#cskelwrites

Off hours when I'm alone, though I still enjoy the music I always consume, I feel somewhat disconnected from it. Though I am in good company with sympathetic friends, the only words that ever cascade out are the depressing retellings of repetitive complaints that never cease. So I decide to put a stop to this, less I let myself continue to chase my own tail in this maddening cycle. There will be some who won't agree with my decision, but I know for certain that doing so will let me breathe life into my being once again, to actually live life and not just survive under the fear of a claustrophobic place that constantly uses and takes a lot out of you.

I've been picking up on some things, albeit small they seem they're quite significant to me. It puts me out of my comfort zone, but at the same time gives me time and space for myself. So I'm aiming to balance this new routine I have.

Yet despite so, something at the back of my head kept repeating this reminder like a daily prayer; that perhaps I (or maybe even the people who are in similar circumstances as I) needed to experience this to learn something from it that will aid us for the rest of our lives, and that joy and despair both exist on two sides of the same coin. What is it exactly? I don't have the exact answer for it, and it varies for each individual. And is there an itch to create something despite the creative block? Yes, and it has been there forever, and I see it as an unwavering faith in times where the heart can be swayed ever so easily, that each person's book has stories that are not written in their own handwriting. Stay sane out there fellow internet dwellers. Drink some water, get a decent amount of rest, and if you could at the very least gaze at the clouds outside. Though it seems trivial, even a blade of grass and the whisps of a cloud can seemed wonderous enough that you'll find them bigger than the entire world. - CSkel