Barely holding on. Still trying to.

Do I?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Everytime I think I see you or someone who resembles you or look-a-like, the question just pops in my mind.
I think I’m just afraid of the truth.

Part of me needs to seek it out, the other part refuses to even give a thought about it.

I don’t know. I really don’t.

You don’t need to find a reason to talk to me.

You can just simply talk.

I’m here. I’m not leaving. I’m not going anywhere.

Just talk. Be frank. Be sarcastic.

I’ll still be here.

We didn’t even say, “Goodbye” when we parted ways.

We always say, “Hi” but never “Bye”.

I did come up with an explanation for myself.

I'm holding on tightly to the hope that I’ll see you again.

There’s more to it than that.

But I’ll just keep it to myself.

I’m starting to read more and more each day.

Somehow, I stopped doing it a while ago.

Usually, I’ll finish a book in several hours in just a day.

But the past few weeks, I took several days just to finish one.

Why?

I can’t answer you either.

Today, something in me just snapped. It just did.

I had been reading several minutes ago, then I got in the car.

Staring out the window, looking at the raindrops as the outside world whizzes by.

It just came to me. Suddenly. Without any warning.

I realized this.

I’ve been moving further and further away from what I love doing.

Reading, writing, photography.

It just happened.

Slowly slipping away from my grasp.

It started with reading, then writing and lastly, taking pictures.

I just stopped doing them.

But today, after the realization settled in, something altered.

I can’t let them go.

Even if I wanted too.

It will always be part of my life.

No matter what.

And there will be no complaints there.

Not now, not ever.

I'm going to make someone a mixed CD.
I've always wanted someone to make me one.
The thought of it has been lingering in my mind.
Anyway, I'm going to make one for someone.
I'm just stating it for myself.
So that I won’t go against my own words.

This post is totally unexpected.

My fingers just starting typing out things on my mind, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

I’m glad it happened.

I hope that it will again.

I'm ending my post with a picture. I read this quote somewhere.

I don't know what to think about this picture. But I doubt I like it.

P.S. CWK, this is not considered a post. Oh, and patience, dude. =p

P.P.S. The fonts are different. Blogger's fault. I'm leaving it that way though.

P.P.P.S. Today, you gave me inspiration to start over. As long as I believed in myself, I’m able to. You showed me that. Thank you so much.

Broken by Lifehouse.
This song is for L.