I don’t know what it is but there’s just something I can’t quite put my finger on. My hand just can’t seem to stay still. My fingers, they tap and trace the forgotten corners of this ancient keyboard. I long to type in letter by letter, but the words quickly fade and the letters fall short. What is wrong with me? I know I’ve always kept a restless mind. One that travels more than miles and miles away. No, not miles. Universes, yes. Each thought brings me to new worlds until I’m so far away that I cannot even remember where I started. And when I stop to take a pause, I can no longer recognize where I am nor can I fathom the distance by mind traveled. Yes, I’ve always been restless mentally, but whenever I try to materialize these ideas they suddenly disappear like bubbles in thin air.
For years, I have been struggling to resolve this issue. To fulfill this need. To fill the pages of my journal or my previous blogs.
I think that’s what pushed me to start another blog. My previous ones were boring, really, with posts which were several days, if not months apart. Now, I’m promising myself that I would post everyday, if possible. After all, I have no life. I think I can post everyday. I just hope I would.
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