tacenda

Maybe you're right, we're both not ready.

I lost my pouch today. In it were all my Marvel cards. All of them :(

I don't know if I could just un-hear what I heard last night. On a better note, maybe, I was able to recover quite quickly. The pain was there, just not so intense. It used to feel a lot like a twist, now it feels like a tiny jab.  I have been reading quite conscientiously. The book I got from my trip could really blow my mind away, and I like that.  So, maybe that is why I find myself slowly coming to terms with myself on various levels. In any case, it's a good thing. I know I am not going to recover the parts of myself I lost, and I don't intend to find them. Go with the flow, I was told. Perhaps I should do just that. 

Dear You, Maybe because it's your birthday today, so I think of you a little more than usual. I'm back today. I fulfilled the trip you didn't manage to make it for. And over the last few days, I kept thinking if we would have gone mad over everything had you been around. Are you okay now? I hope you're at least getting better. There is so much I want to find out but I dare not even ask, for fear that your peaceful life will be disrupted. One year ago today, you got your license. And I sent you a bouquet of baby breaths. Look what one year did to people. You fell sick. I went on a solo trip. We are all so different from a year ago. But no matter where I am, I hope you are well. Have a blessed birthday. Wgg.

Perhaps this trip was quite timely after all. It gave me some time off to think through things, because there is really so much I need to come to terms with. This year's Taipei is exceptionally cold somehow. As I strolled down the streets, I realised how much my thoughts have been fighting in my head. This period of peace suddenly feels so short.