I thought that I heard you laughing

Have been staring at the blog for the past fifteen minutes, thinking. Seems like a long time back when I created this blog with one of my friends, can't tell you how excited I was. Nah it ain't because its inexplicable, more so since I cannot remember that feeling anymore. Sounds a lil sad doesn't it? But then again aren't more than half the ideas, passions, and dreams frizzled away into time. I know that this does not present itself as an argument to let 'em die away, but just kinda understand that feeling now. Staring into the computer screen, am just scribbling random jottings, something I love, but still who am I kidding, in all probability this might not even turn out to be a worth-its-while read eventually.

Had to break the shackles of inaction, had really forgotten what it felt like to be able to write something and then read and re-read it, just to know how you really feel. This might not make sense to you all, 'cause everyone's got different things to be passionate about. Lemme rephrase my thoughts. Have you ever felt that nagging churning in your stomach, to go back to something you so dearly loved doing? I'll be honest .. I miss writing .. miss it big time! And I ain't gonna lay the blame on circumstances or time. The onus was always on me, to step up and not let go of that passion, I simply looked the other way. Lol .. not that I get a lot of readers here anyways, just a few freelancers crazy enough to type in that freakshly long URL of my blog :)

Still haven't thought of a topic for this post. The 'why' arises .. hmm .. inquisition .. to make noise .. let yourself be heard .. move forward with the will to be .. ! You know what, there are times when you can hear yourself laughing those good times through, and you wish you could re-live those moments again. This is prolly what I wanted at the start of this post. Can't live in the shadows of the past hoping that good times will return, that passion will revive. Stand up for yourself, and make your own destiny. This ain't meant as an inspirational post, in fact is far from it, but just that lil notebook you scribble down on.

As I rest my case here, chewing gum, music playing in the background, and gently swaying my head to the beats of "where'd you go", the way I used to write, wanna close this post with a disillusioned memory and a faint fervour of a laugh that came everytime I wrote .. the one in my head :)