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Waking up in the morning bright, beautiful sun at my sight
Gasping in dismay as it might, lies beneath an unpleasant sigh...

A friend of mine ask me this question last night, "So, how are you?". After being much of a consultant, i found myself in the mist of uncertainties. The dexterity and flexibility of the fingers aint proving its value at the moment, but rather stay still and stood right there. Im clouded on how should i reply...

Eyes are heavy; my mind is at a mess. It doesnt feel right or wrong, just another empty beat of a song. How could i please everyone? I did what i could and somehow it's never enough. I cant be perfect. Acknowledgement and appreciation. Words that lost its way.

"Why do people always made me feel guilty and bitchy?", she asked me earlier on. Probably by now, its me questioning this.

My scale doesnt seems to balance. Im frustrated. Voices inside long to be heard, but who is to listen? I hate myself. At least here, this is some spaces i could have, where i could sit and craft, write and draft. Silence... calm this piece of troubled mind.

For some reasons i cant explain,
i know Saint Peter wont call me name...

At the end of the day, its just another rant i would say...

You are what you think you are;
think more of yourself and there are more of you...