coming to terms



it's been slightly over a month since i returned.

am i happy?

looking back at THAT period of despondency

i guess i am

but insofar nothing much has changed except that i noticed everything thing has

aged since my absence.

and a part of me is discontented with not being a part of the ageing process

but i am glad to be back.



i havent been doing much reflection as of late

where do i go now what happens next

are the questions which constantly haunt

my waking hours

even in sleep i do not slumber

for fear of missing out on that VERY phonecall

which might change my life

sometimes i don't even know what i want anymore

the vast options out there, blurred with generality

life isn't always as serious as it appears to be

but more often than not it really is

in a world which demands only the best



i'm tired of waiting

for what i've been chasing

but there's nothing to hold onto