27 Feb

I woke up this morning with this force pulling me towards my happy place. I've made up my mind last night that I have to put an end to this addiction. I know where this would lead me in the end. And I'm no rock star that has the machinery to cover up the mess I'd be leaving behind.

But this force was so strong, and my morning state was not yet equipped to battle with such great strength. I gave in. Too easily, in fact.

And I'm glad I did.

It was worth the trip even if I wasn't totally dressed up for it. But the silly grin on my face more than compensates for my lack in glam and sass. And that silly grin is more than happy to find its way back in my morning routine.

No expectations now. I'm just letting it all flow in.

mornings were broken

i don't quite know how to put into words this strange feeling of missing when you have never been in the first place. a broadsheet horoscope started this roll, and somehow, it goes on and on. it's so addictive. it's intoxicating that i can't seem to push that stop button.

and when fate and faith came into play, i'm left speechless and out of breath.

6 days is a long time, you know, especially for someone who does not know how and when to start counting the days of this strangeness. where all senses went, i don't know. this, i don't have a name for. all i know is that mornings are no longer splashed with silly grins and stolen looks. they've become bare, cold and empty. just like the weather outside that happy place.

i miss my mornings. i miss that silly grin. i miss the loud voice that sings lifehouse's classics. i miss those eyes that sneak a look on that silly grin.

please give me back my mornings.

soon.