Words have failed me.

My thoughts and words just don’t connect anymore.

They just can’t flow freely as they sometimes would.

I don’t feel like chatting to friends online. I can’t seem to string a proper sentence at times. I am not able to blog, cos words had ceased to breeze through my waltzing fingers. They no longer dance. The crawl with a drag.

And yes, I can’t even put thoughts to words in email.

I just… can’t seem to sound coherent. Nor express myself with boisterous flair(not that I have much to begin with).

Perhaps, that explains the constant short posts these days that scratch the surfaces of issues lightly, but never in depth, nor any elaborated sculpture of words to bring experiences or thoughts across.

My memory is failing me too.

I just can’t seem to recall things that had happened yesterday.

Perhaps, I have intentionally eradicate my memories, substituting them with mere blanks so that nothing would haunt me, anymore.

It must be the will. Refusing the thoughts that seep through.

I know I would recall if I try hard enough, but something in me stubbornly shut it out.

I have troubles remembering.

Yet, I have troubles forgetting.

I know.

I do remember. Just that for the moment, it is less painful, to shut it like a vault.

But darn. I know myself too well. The vault is a faulty one.

Will be back tomorrow to blog. Um, about my Wednesday, Saturday and Sunday(since any other day I was spent reading and living the life of a recluse at home).

Meanwhile. What a boring but yet exciting(well, when you think about the impact it might bring next year) finish to the last race of MotoGP in Valencia.

I bet I am going to suffer withdrawal symptoms from it soon.

Alright.

Words have failed me, once again.

My thoughts, halt.