Two weeks gone and so much are left unsaid. I have to battle the inner feelings that are just beginning to fluster into a win-lose-win-draw situation, and the way I see this, it is going to be a tough fight. The words 'persevere' and 'paranoia' have become, almost as sudden as it came into mind, the synonyms of themselves. I do not yearn for news, good or bad - I only seek the truth. I want everything to be well, hoping every now and then that what was once a golden dream would always stay a golden dream. I have observed, deep within, that nothing can bring you down more than yourself. Picking up from where I fell, the next turn is still clouded in secrecies. The changing of times had created major impacts in the different aspects of life, and to bring askew the perspectives on several crucial points would just be as beneficial as ... ... say ... ... having a nice, little cup of tea after midday prayers. I do not want the mind to control the body, although I know that both should compliment each other. Fair enough, I lacked a certain amount of confidence in the passing days, but there should be a dose of inspiration, someplace, even within these four walls, ready to brush me off the ground and wake me up from my unlimited, self-made gazes. I think too much, that's what they all said. So much so that other pressing matters are left stale on the side dish. Even the mind is telling me that somethings have to be discarded. Perhaps now could be the perfect time to readjust and get the system to rework it's functions, retraces the wasted instances, reinvent, reboot and regroup. Just to be honest, I am already sensing a new me. 'Sensing' is probably an unwise choice. I am already rendering a new me. For what it's worth, I am all out ready, even if it means going through a whole new process of reformatting. This time, let me reemphasize, is never better for a start. This time is for real. The past must stay where it belongs.