I'm kinda suffering from a writers block. Just look at the frequency of my posts. I was the one who thought it was mandatory to write atleast one post a day. Sometimes I used to come up with two and take a long time debating on what to post and more often than not end up posting both. Sigh, the foolish me!
But now, its all just blank. Also, I'm not having enough time for it. I've promised myself never to post something during office hours, so there goes the major portion of my time. I've been out socialising so much that I hardly get time to sit free and browse the internet. I do check for updates via my phone a coupla times during the day. I've always been addicted to internet, but now somehow the need has ceased.
I don't remember coming home before 11 this whole week. No, not work. Catching up with friends, bidding a few goodbyes, laughing away to glory, dancing, drinking, cheering and all the madness. How life got this busy I don't know. Even if I do find time to unwind, I now prefer a book or watch a movie. When I sit down to write, I'm like 'Oopsie, what do I write about?'. I guess the flow of words was inevitable when you have a broken heart. I miss the words, I miss the feelings and honestly at times I do miss the pain. We had been friends for almost 3 years and now when its gone, there is an emptiness somewhere. Go ahead and mock me, but that's the truth.
Life moves on neatly when you stop hitch hiking at one point. I can see that now. The flow is smooth and you don't feel the need to look back. Occasionally I still do. When you love someone its tough not to look back. But now I've learnt that the look ahead time should be much more than the look back time. Following it. Falling in love again suddenly seems like an option but its invariably surrounded by fear. I guess with time, the fear will fade out. Atleast that's the hope. Life's been busy, filled with new guns and chaos. No complaints, but I do miss writing. More than anything else.