The past..

I’ve been measuring life at the end of every day since sometime; days and months are rolling away without anything to look forward to… No extraordinary hopes and no expectations. I feel I’ve lost the drive somewhere along the way slogging nights off at work, watching the 10 episodes of friends that I have on my machine a hundred times over.
These months have been trying, personally and professionally… there has been much introspection, at whose end I’ve been rating myself way below where I thought I stood. Too many problems at hand, I find it convenient to shelve them away in a corner and walk around as if they never exist, trying to fool people around that I’m the very same though I know I’m only fooling myself.
There’s been hardly any inspiration to write. Haughty dreams and words that follow seem to be humbled down by reality. Been pushing myself to write, since it’s been a relief quite a lot of times but things just didn’t work right.
I was walking home when I spotted Venus blinking in the lonely sky. It brought back a rush of memories, of home, of college, of the friends I’ve lost. There, I 'm drowning in despair again…