Hi guys it has been a while, exactly a month. Well I've not been slacking off on purpose, just that life, exams and a whole lot has been going on. This past weeks has just been a whirlwind, messed up sleep patterns, I basically looked like a homeless person but it was all worth it (I hope). But the most important reason i couldn't write all the while was the fact that I couldn't feel, I was basically numb amidst all the stress but now exams are over and i'm free, too free in fact. The sad thing however is that the long hiatus has made me rusty so bear with me, It's basically a conversation between me and myself if that makes any sense, It came to me while I was in a bus. A lot of times I see my self slipping into dreams and fantasies of amazing places and living lifestyles I've only seen in movies I force myself to snap out it because of course they might never come true but again what's the harm in imagining a life you'll never live...
