write

ages since i'd last written when i'd finally succumbed to laziness.
everyday sentences just drift away from my head,
my thoughts then,
every little thing.
but i'm not blind, for i still see.

thank you for everyone who made it happened for my birthday.
i could never be more than thankful for the awesome gifts and yet ironically the greatest gifts are the perfectly forged friendship throughout the years.
a brotherhood, made to engrave in my soul forever.
thanks for the wishes, the meet ups, the little surprises.

i'm alright,
still trying to coping with life.
it's okay to fall as so they said,
i'm slowly getting up on my feet,
everyday when i soak my face in the towel, feeling the towel absorbing the water in my eyes, i slowly blinked and looked in the mirror,
"will today be the day?"

"procrastination, will you leave me today?"

sitting at the edge of the bed, this faceless ghost that'd be haunting me,
seducing me with nasty temptations and guilty pleasures.
i gave in,
i surrender,
i push all my chips down onto the table knowing that i could beat that royal flush.
she winked, and i fall

been ages since i last written
yes, probably so.
and i'm been trying my very best to pick myself up,
my body's killing me,
the aches did it's usual way of greeting my morning,
the way i twist and stretch my bones while trying to sleep
how unmotivated i could get while it all comes.

like a monk who'd forgotten his mantra,
i'm just as defenseless as a child against the ghosts of temptation.
and that's how the better of me went down.

this hiatus wont be for long,
i know it.
the mask that have to be worn everyday,
the things i'd been holding on up till now,
i looked at how far have i gone as i typed my application for my uni,
god knows how i could get an A for real estate investment, and many other foreign modules that didn't ring a bell to me.

i'll be back,
i'll be going in to the jungle.
back to holding on the twisted rung where people alike fight for survival in this concrete jungle.