i write habitually as a way to
verbalize my far too complex thoughts which
are always in a web of words, tightly woven in fabric of sentences
that complicate life unnessarily.
Listen.
It’s such an understated word. Its value goes unnoticed even to the most discerning of men.
Why is it that we hear but we do not listen? we use our ears, words filter in bearing messages and meanings that we absorb and interpret. But it rarely goes beyond that. One reflects based on what one listened. But it fades away, this recognition.
and once again one finds himself placing forth his views and only his….one forgot what he listened to.
(sign..)
I know, I have completely abandoned this writing phase that I was in a while back. Is it because I am not very disciplined? Or is it because I have been working full time the past days and have felt too exhausted? i'm on hiatus mode for the time filling the cookie jar for this upcoming festive n boxes stagging up for the new home, work at work, work at home plus everything else that comes in between.
