What people say about me doesn't define my journey, what they think about me doesn't make my life.
It’s been quite long time for an instant like this; a time when I was able to let my hands flow with words that brings about my being.
I’ve been in a lot of struggles to the point that my mind was put to silence for months.
But why is it that I stop writing? My emotions been clog up by pain that I wasn’t able to verbalize and even write a thing. But I guess this time, it will be something else.
well still a lot in-store
