invictus’ den

I miss posting bottled feelings here. It has been awhile since my last drop. This den has been my respite for the past two years when I am but questioning my very existence and that I cannot contain the gamut of emotions I had and having.

Now, I am a bit placid. Gone are the days when I spent minutes by the roadside, with a cigarette in hand, counting the buses and cars go by while enduring their exhaustion. While I may jubilate at the thought that depressing moments visits me for quite rare these times, I am afraid I have grown immune of the ongoings of life I used to question or even dread. Wheew!!! I should be disturb then. They said, it is best to write when you are the the peak of your emotions. Be it triumphs or despair; happiness and sadness and everything in between. Horror of my horror, I have not been writing for quite sometime. Too bad!

I should not settle for the plain view and the easy. I should go deep down to my emotions and rediscover the person that is ME - whoever he is that lies underneath my very me. I should always be on my search for being and exhaust myself for that labor… and only then shall be the true respite as a reward.

Care to remind me, should I fail to remember.