As I dust of my keyboard, crack my knuckles, and plug in my headphones, I realize how long of a while it’s been since i’ve last worked on content – I regret how I allowed it to happen, but all that falls, must rise again – so here’s hoping…
It’s very much a masochist cycle of reconstructing the foundation, and then deconstructing it to mere gravel. The tint on these rose colored glasses have faded, and the vivid images, and recollections of past occurrences have been groundedly invasive.
It’s very evident that I am who I am today because of who my parents once were, and till this day remain to be – Romantics, hopeless romantics. After nights of asking them individually about how they met, and how they fell in love, It ended tonight with the outcome of me breaking down infront of my mom.
I’ve said it once, and I’ll keep on saying it again, the night and I are fairly acquainted. We’ve built quite a bond, and the strength of it, revolves around you, and us, or what we used to be.