And it's been 12 years since my last post here.
Perhaps the words I used to want to string into poetic sentences had dwindled. They all exist as a jumbled mess in my head. Perhaps it is okay to forget, and not everything needs to be immortalized.
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps but now I am back in my struggling forties, struggling to come to grips with being elderly, struggling with my girlish heart in denial screaming inward profanities everytime someone calls me "Auntie".
I don't know how long I am back but I am back till I become silent yet again but Silence is not necessarily a farewell - it is me being comfortable without a need to justify my thoughts and presence or to think about anything at all. Jobs said "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish" but I say "Stay Empty". Nary a worry, just be happy.
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