Solitude and meandering thoughts.
I think best when I’m sitting on the toilet bowl in the morning. This happens on occasions when I have the luxury of rolling around in bed until I’m fully awake. And it’s been a while. This morning, I woke up and thought I lost my soul, so I rolled some more but still I felt empty. The last three months have been nothing short of a roller coaster ride. My closest friends would know about how a certain someone wrecked some emotional havoc within me. I was probably over reacting and irrational half the time, allowing my heart to get the better of me which I’m not prone to do because I am almost always a very rational and practical person. But indeed, with time, the dust has settled and I have regained full control, the inexorable truth has never been clearer. No more what-ifs, finding excuses and playing mind games. And I feel like a great burden has been lifted off my blades, if anything, this will make the separation a lot easier. Concurrently, the final exams, the last bread...