A post I made on the 9th of May:
It has been the strangest. Of times. Times. Time.
I live in fortunes that are weak and wicked.
Strangely foreboding.
And yet, perhaps, maybe, colourful.
Things happen in a way that I cannot conceive
the future or the present.
It just comes. Hits me like a.
Hard blow in my eye.
A crack of lightning.
My life thus far has been estranged. By strange things. By strange people. And strange facts.
Choices are ultimately the reason we move
and breathe and live. and yet, it is this power of choice
that makes us able to find power, and morality.
I cannot dedicate too much time to this. I'll be back.
My own personal space, where I render some of my thoughts.
figments of imagination and flakes of dreams.
petals of emotions and scribbles of history.
because all that is now is not what we are.
it is again about choices.
I'll be back here. soon.
if my internet connection is up. damn those damned things.
but here I am. I'm not eternally yesterday.
maybe tomorrow.
