sighing.

somewhere between the then and the now, the gaps and the pauses, i’ve always felt my belongingness to the written word…..though i may not get to print what i deem i write best, in my heart, it is in the company of my pen and journal — now, blogging — that i seem to express myself more freely.

 i’ve always banked on the love of the prose and the quiet poetry it is capable of evoking…

and somewhere between the then and the now, the gaps and pauses, of the real and surreal, i always find myself yearning for a moment of solitude…no blabbing idiot boxes…no need to mingle with obnoxious fellow homo sapien…no eyesore that could blind my emotions and punctuate my streaming thoughts with barbs…