Blank.

Sitting in bed. Staring at trees outside my window.

Widely awake. But my thoughts I guess are still asleep.

Been typing a lot of words to blog. But nothing good comes out.

Questions running through my mind. Does it really need to be answered?

Where do I need to go? Do I really need to leave?

Am I not good enough? What is it more to take to be considered good?

Where and when it all did go wrong? Where did all the efforts go?

What more to do? When will this fade?

I know the answers. I’m just afraid to face it.

It’s a risk. It’s a big thing.

Are you willing? ‘Coz I am not.

It’s not being weak. It’s just being real.