There are nightmares, as there are dreams. But there is also a pen , and a curious blank page to be filled. With thoughts that haunts, and imaginations that heals.
Investing in a RELATIONSHIP
It was a fine morning at work, and I was in the cafeteria with a friend, having breakfast. The ambience was vibrant, chaperoned by not-so-loud chatters from other colleagues from work who were also treating themselves. Out of nowhere, I found myself asking my friend a question that has been bugging my mind.
A letter to you
Dear readers, Sometimes I wonder, why I always find myself writing. Again with nothing in mind, but a blank paper facing me. As if it stares at me, curious to know what I would taint it with. Will it be my failures or my happiness? Perhaps another breakdown and regrets? Will I curse it or pour my complaints?