New Year Resolutions + A Little Untitled Story

I wish I had something to write about. I really do. This mental block frustrates me to no end. Well. There is this one story, but I sort of want the college magazine to be the first place anyone reads it. And the illustrations this kid drew are beautiful. Maybe I'll scan them in.

Anyhow. This post is purely in response to you who commented 'stopped writing?' because I don't know. Somewhere deep inside I guess it matters what people think of me.

I'm pretty sure I've lost some of you who'd check in occasionally because you kept checking in to find 'Pies'.

And that I wrote for someone in particular and that might be why it doesn't make a lot of sense. But it made me happy :)

Anyhow. Happy New Year :)

Since I've said that I'm obliged to talk about my resolutions now aren't I? Well, even if not.

1. Read more.
2. Write more (Yeah wipe that look of fake astonishment off your face)
3. Stop taking things so seriously.
4. Laugh more.
5. Drink more water.
6. Don't get so mad so quickly.

So I had no idea I had all these resolutions until I wrote them down. See, this is why I should write more.

I'm going to stop rambling now. Here's something my brain produced when I tried to force myself to write as per resolution #2.

And I miss that black and gray keyboard I used to type on, I miss that swivelling chair I used to sit on and I miss the voice that whispered in my ear.

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I see you in the shadows under my eyes.

The way you smile makes me feel so relieved. Because I'm tired, I'm exhausted waiting for you to come home and here you are. You're finally home.

It's in your laugh and in the heaviness in your voice. The feeling that something is terribly wrong, that nothing will ever be quite the same.

Maybe different will be better. Maybe different is what we've always wanted. What we needed.

Maybe being together will be no worse than being apart, that's how I sate this apprehension that fills me. We've been together before, it's not the first time. There's no need to be afraid that things aren't as perfect as they are in our heads.

They won't be. Nothing could ever live up to the dreams I had, because dreams are dreams and this is life. This is real.

You know that too, somewhere deep inside and that is why we're holding back. You reach out to touch me, bring your palm to rest against my cheek. I hold you close, wrapping my arms around your waist. We feel our hearts beating, not quite together but it's okay. We still have time.

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