My fingers have been a little shaky lately, and I feel a pit in my stomach too deep to be dealt with, so I ponder no more.
No, I am not sick, not now I think, but I still can not shake the weakness off my soul.
Well, that’s how I feel when I get nostalgic or have a nausea of a cause, I can not single out.
And moments ago, as I sat here, watching the last episode of Scrubs season 8, somewhere between the song, I figured, what’s wrong.
Ever since this year has started, every thing has changed, every Single thing. (Not complaining, I know it’s for good!)
I have finally found the nicest place, but it’s not HOME!!!
I can not understand most of the words I hear in the street, I no longer know the best cereal brands out there, so I don’t get to have my blueberry mornings, my Skippy is no longer chunky and I can’t find the same cosy fragrance of my fabric conditioner. So, no, it’s not the Same….
I am in way better shape than I was, just a few months ago, but still every few days I have to Push myself just to go on…
I guess that’s what you call, The Fear of Unknown….
Damn you, the fear! I am not afraid, so I will go on, just a moment more….