Naked.

Yesterday was yet another unproductive day for me. Well, if you consider hopping from one blog to another. Reading excessively into other people's lives (mind you, most of whom I do not even know personally) - productive. Be my guest. Food for the mind lah. food for the mind. ^.^ If it wasn't for those mind feeding content spread across on my laptop screen, I wouldn't be blogging now. Because some of those content were so raw. So deep. It was as if I was looking through a glass, into the blogger's soul. There were words of sadness, brokenness. There were also quotes, a voice of wisdom. Words that were tied and untied, all in the very same sentence. Mostly, they were stripped down to the very core of their soul and their bare skin is of what is left in contact with the outside world. - Us.

I started to wonder, have I ever been there? Have I stripped. And leave apart of my soul here? Sometimes, I think I have.

For the third time. For three similar but different reasons:-

To think and to be tired of thinking are two entirely different things yet so similar.

To cry and not to cry simply because you’ve ran out of tears is so different yet so similar.

To love and to hate is so different yet so similar.

So, what do you do when your heart was pumped up with so much love, so much hope, and so much emotion and one day you just discovered that you needed to pump all of it out of your system. The question being, how do you do it? Right now, I won’t have the answer. Not for a while, or at least not until I know for myself.

To be able to say goodbye to something so precious to you and hello to something better around the corner is so different yet so similar.

I will be your audience and you can be my model. - nude.

Shamu <3>