Last Man Standing.

So today, I finally started writing again, and it was pretty much- abysmal, sadly it talked about how I'm "falling apart" again.

We constantly relieve stress in so many ways, and I guess my way is writing, or at least for awhile it should be. I miss life, I miss warmth with just a smile. I call this chapter in my life living, because of course I think I'm there. I think after everything, I can finally see that I'm making it out alright. But I'm scared, because if this is it, then what was all this time spent?

A friend of mine once told me it can't rain forever, but another friend said that the sun has to stop shining some time, or else we'd all get burnt. Maybe, there's a reason why some of us understand and take life to the next level, to a perfect adaptation...but others, just can't accept life in general. Why is it that we can make something beautiful, but we can't destroy? We do enough of it already...

Now I feel as if what I feared is happening, I'm talking to myself haha.

Oh well :)

Troke.
[sugar rush.Cash Cash]

Rhythm is the basis of life, not steady forward progress. The forces of creation, destruction, and preservation have a whirling, dynamic interaction.

Kabbalah.