Those, which are unspoken of.

I am back!

With miscellaneous thoughts over a few quiet moments with my inner soul.

Sometimes, I think I spend too much time being alone. Feels like an invisible capsule enveloping my head, with my Nokia headset resonating tunes from Class 95; just like an animal totally satisfied within its metallic bars though totally stripped of freedom.

This in turn gives birth to waves of turbulent-like thoughts. Turbulence in shred-like strands of coloured memories definitively pleasing to the eye, it subtlely felt like deja vu.

Thinking about the things I do. Or did. About the flagrant life I had. Or have. Tasted distinctively like a vicious cycle. Unspoken of in recent times; that yearning so tempting like the beckoning of the forbidden fruit.

I once fell.

And regained my stand.

Temporal pleasures unworthy of relishing, my life seems to be filled with simple pleasures instead.

These elusive thoughts of mine.

I pen them down.

It is a thorn in the heart that many happy and enjoyable moments cannot manifest in words here.

Yes indeed, and those, which are unspoken of shall remain in the cages.

Good day people!