Don't Forget To Write

Being forced to sit back on the benches and watch the game go on without me. I can stroll down the rabbit hole and grumble about a ton of things, but I chose not to.

Realising it's been a long time since I knew how to smell the roses on the way because every time I look at a garden all I can think of are the faceless people who were working hard to make it beautiful. 

It's all about work.

How long have I not been writing, processing through crafting?

It's been so easy to neglect my emotions, stuff it down and let it be buried under all the busyness and expectations of people. The truth is I don't want to address any of them. It takes hard work, a lot of honesty & time. A bucketful of tears and spatting of words without filtering.

It's so nice to hide behind filters, live with a mask on and be alone.

As much as I dislike loneliness, it became the most comfortable place I know.

There's a lot of things to be done, so overwhelmed I'm not sure if I want to open the lid at a time like this. But if I were to continue to just let it be, sooner it will come crumbling down on me.