21 and as always, figuring things out.
C'est la vie.
Lover of sudoku, comedy and the miscellaneous things in life.
Ambition will be the death of me.
Sometimes I think I miss you.
Sometimes I seek signs of your existence - a reminder of your being.
Sometimes I mistake you for someone. I reel back.
Sometimes I still look for you.
Sometimes I hear the sounds of your keys - seems conditioning doesn’t leave easy.
Sometimes I wonder what the glue was.
Sometimes I sense remorse.
Sometimes I savor the resolution - then the coin flips, lament shows its morose face.
Most of the times, I yearn for a real finale. Unwilling to admit that deep down, I’m conscious that it’s mine to create.
But hey, what does it matter