When its impossible to write
what shall I write?
Yet I write something
not just for the sake of writing
but
for there is something
that wants to be written
in spite of my inability

I am listening to a song
that tells me
everything
that we hold on to; deeming important
are eventually
illusory and a product of our
own imagination.
That sounds a bit heavy
but
one day it will make sense
to you.

It is 12:13 am.

I am yet to
put my portfolio together.
I am .. (To be continued later)