So you'd ask...
I say quiet displeasure because Im in this state where there are so much that I want to write or express but there are no words coming out... as in i can't seem to articulate them.
It is a discomfort to not being able to articulate your thought lest yourselg.
But, in this discomfort lies a trace of happinness. Why the contradiction?
I hope i don't make a fool of me by thinking that im happy at the same time sad. But yeah that is the truth - I experience sadness because I think i am very far now from myself. I can't hear my own voice. I can't read my own writings. I can't seem to understand both the spoken and unspoken words. Yet, in all these I hold a cup of peace as my min freely wonder from one thought to another from one feeling to another. Are my sensibilities bouncing or scattered?
I really don't know but I guess I'll be fiine.
The road is not over yet.
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