I have words entangled in my throat. I cannot breath. Words choke me now.
There is a feeling that I need to change course. There is a feeling that I need to take off my gloves. All I need now is the courage to do so. All I need now is a bold stroke to cut me loose from the pettiness I am in.
Choices I have made so far are bringing to an abyss I was once in. I have been there and I do not plan to be there again. I will take the steer and veer harder this time. I will not imprison myself inside a dark hole. I yearn for the blue sky and I will reach for it.
Soon. Yes. It will be soon.
Until then, good night for today.
Hahaha. I am unsure how all this has to do with the picture above.
One reply on “[1534] Of an old yellow latex glove”
i doubt this has much to do w/politics, but if it does, i sokong! :)
now, to read your adil/dap piece :)