One of those times.

I really envy people who can write. Really write. Who can transform thoughts into words. Channel out all that emotion. I really envy them and I wish I could free myself of this heaviness in my head (heart?) By writing about it. Talking is too literal. Too open. Too risky. With writing you can say everything without revealing anything. And that is quite a luxury isn't it? I would like to have that cuz God knows I have stories to tell and thoughts to share but no way of putting them out there without taking away from them part of their essence. So, more often than not I choose to say nothing instead of everything for fear of mutilating what is so beautiful or meaningful in my head.
And this is one of those times. 

Moving two ways at once

Spiral in and spiral out

Which will it be

Cocoon first or the butterfly? 

Comments.

No one really blogs anymore, and this is not the first time i am complaining about that. I mean, there was a time, when i would open my dashboard and there were all these yummy un-read posts for me. I would sit, and read them all one by one. Now? Nothing.

So i thought i'd go visit some blogs of the people who had previously left comments on mine. So i opened the Comments section of my blog and reading through all the comments made me feel SO warm and nice. It's funny how random tidbits from total strangers can lift your mood like that.

Don't know why I called everybody a kid. But oh well. I felt good. So cheers! (: