Well, these stops and starts are getting routine,
First, I get on a roll and start blogging almost everyday,
Next, the blogging everyday gets old.
I get "Xian" of blogging, posting dies down and...
My blog dies temporarily,
I realize that I haven't been blogging and then I post again,
"Sorry"s for not posting and et cetra included.
The cycle then repeats.
It's like some lifecycle of some random short-lived insect.
Buzz.
Now, here's part two of my mellow rants.
Sorry if you're not my target audience,
But it's not like I have anything else to talk about.
This day, 30th November in history,
I bet even my closer friends don't remember what happened a year ago.
On second thought, Fadil does.
But you, likely don't.
There's no purpose in me saying this.
Neither does it comes with any sentimentality.
It's just a year's worth of thought, it's a rant.
Isn't it a wonder how people always think they know you,
What you are, what you like, what you do.
Especially when most of what they think they know,
Is probably something they heard from someone else,
Something they simply assume?
But really, who am I to judge anyone?
I'm just me,
The footnote in everyone's happiness,
No one every reads a footnote.
