i am still processing
I haven’t write for many weeks now. I always wanted to write. Always remember that I haven’t write for so long. But nothing inside me that want to be written. It feels like an empty atmosphere with smoke and night galaxy circling the orbit of my life. Nothing. Nothing to say. Nothing to thought. Nothing to opiniated. Nothing. I think my father passing makes my world become quiet. Nothing to say. Nothing to be feel. Nothing to be think. As if I don’t know what to be next. I cried, yes. I think a lot about the past memories. But to say something out of it, none. Truly, I’m still in process of processing. And honestly it affect my brother recently. When we were on our way to visit my dad grave, he talk his heart out. He said I’m distant. Avoiding. Didn’t care. And I was silent. I want to hear everything in his heart. So I did. And then I said sorry to him. And tell him why I’m being like this. Core issue is I’m running away. The only solution I know because I know I am not strong yet to f...
