Instant coffee moment.

stillness signifies almost nothing,I learnt.As Phoebe said if you're not moving forward doesn't mean you're moving backwards,you're just still.And this stillness gets to many people.Like it gets to me.
It isn't about being impatient and hurried.but I'd like things to move.even if they're slow,they should move.But I think more importantly,I'd like to know where I am going.I mean I'm all for spontaneous plans but sometimes having at least a vague sort of idea helps I guess.I can't look beyond the three years.I am stuck and it bothers me.and then I have people reminding me how sad I am to be unable to out grow my past.I don't quite know how much sense that makes...there is no point,nothing to be proved.It's simple,like that.I'm not moving forward and I hate being still...so I'm moving backwards.wow.or wait,this is for ilu...whao.
I've left a lot of hopes.I try and plant my life on circumstantial lies.So that they can help me of course.I'm good being left alone.I just need to get a few things into my brain and that somehow isn't happening/.

A thank you.

What has started is somewhat severe.Blogging.At times, I feel the urge to go and sit online.Write.terrible.Research says it makes you feel better than you usually do.might be true,might.But I also must point out how many a times it is the only thing on my mind.

Blogging.

Most definitely(I don't know the spelling.Is this it?) it lets a lot of things off my head.It opens up what is closed.Of late,I have written a lot without deleting it.no matter how mindless it may be.This space gives me some sort of freedom.I have hardly given myself that.And now I'm stuck on it.I have placed myself comfortably in this sadly virtual breathing space [note to aicha:No cloning here.Accidental and unintentional usage.]

To the space that's helped me become.