Time makes a fool of all of us, no?
Our mind and talents become dull and rusty with time
Our bodies and spirits wither


Why is it that something can be irrelevent as a passing breeze and then turn into a storm right under your nose?

I feel like I'm losing myself. I dont draw I dont keep up any writings anymore, I'm not as concerned with the world around me as i used to be. I'm not concerned with my world anymore atleast or trying to create my world, developing my intests, my mind.... my creativity. I'm amussed with the dull fact that I'm actually preoccupied with another person.

And I have gone away.