I was happy, excited, energized and passionate. I am tired, surviving and quiet. Life’s a repetition and I can’t wait till I reach the other half of the circle again.

Dusty Shelves

If you look into my drafts, you’d be wondering how come I post so seldom. I just can’t fix my words into sentences anymore. Writing feels like a jigsaw with my thoughts trapped and there’s not enough pressure to squeeze them out properly. I’m helpless and I haven’t progressed with the book I bought and read to exercise.

It’s dusty, I’m dusty. Everything feels like muscle memory already, there’s no thought with my functions. and when my thoughts die, you can count that I’m not alive.

Fractured Mind

Fragmented thoughts, a weary body and a tireless spirit, I can’t sleep right. My back and head hurts and I’m starting to deliver sloppy executions and products. I’ve even forgot some passwords in different accounts. It would be no surprise to me if my affliction is real more than thought.

Implosion

Maybe, all these negative vibes that are killing my mood are due to the succession of unpleasant events in the company. I believe in our team, really. But I’m afraid there is no honor with a few. There is no trust to give or to earn anymore, there is only to endow.

It’s dark my dear, and I need my rest.