I might lose my mind hadn’t I pour these words out from it, for barrages of emotion and writing impulse from inside is too strong to tame. I don’t know, maybe it’s the weather. I need to write, fast, about something, someone, anything; I couldn’t control myself no longer. I hope I could stay in this state for the whole year, maybe I could muster couple of short stories.
I’m in a state of melancholy, listening to oldies and classical mandarin tune which drives my melancholy even further. I can deeply feel my emotions, each one resonating with the song. It torn my heart open and release amount of tears it hold inside. I can’t really tell if it’s empty or full after all.
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