Thursday, October 16, 2008

Melting Snow

I hate to think that all my current experiences will someday become stories with no point. - Calvin, It's a Magical World p39

I noticed that I haven't writing much on my blog(s) lately. I find it ironic because I'm so busy doing so many things one would think I'd have plenty of "stories" to write about.

But I don't feel like I have "stories" to tell. Writing has become so unfamiliar and life as I knew it is gradually becoming a stranger to me.

Adrenalin rush for me now is of an entirely different source. The voice that speaks for my heart is silent. And it is the kind of silence that begs to be heard.

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