Gray

Skies.

Daytime, a blanket of clouds shrouded the sun, cool breezes lullaby my mind to seek out my pillow, suddenly my work screamed for my attention, like an infant; I am back to reality.

Contempt.

I have endured looks and words from many people around me, that passes judgement upon me, I numb and ask myself, in what position were they in to decide what I did was right or wrong?

Choices.

Take a stand and always be prepared for its repercussions, there is no one decision that guarantees a favorable result, which is probably the reason why I still think so much.

Three months; fleeting.

I could not find the words to express how life has been for me since the new year, much has happened definitely, but I have learnt to take them in my stride. I am very much alive, just too committed to school; I chose this path myself and I am not regretting it, though I think I am soon becoming a robot; void of emotions, just slogging towards objectives.

Confiding in someone eases that much of an emotional distress I may have, but I would rather not expose my vulnerability to more people, so work shall be the new emotional anesthesia for me right now.