"As the days keep turning into nights"
Time to snap out of the endless loop.
Tomorrow is a brand new day of endless possibilities.
Live life as it happens and not what I perceive or think it to be.

mind is scrambled like the fluffy white bits of the egg intermingling with the yellow

swimming the entire length over and over again.

To be stranded like the crumbs on the sides of the pan.

I don't know what I am saying or what I'm typing.

Really need to get my shit together.

So almost a year has passed by without me scribbling any thing out here. I don't understand why I am so horrible in keeping up with things. Especially technology.
This year has been a start for all kinds of things and has been a roller coaster ride with whooping lengths of highs and lows. I mean if I drew a graph(not withstanding the fact that I suck at maths) it would be like a child scribbling things.
December almost beckons. 
And with it an everlasting loop of beginnings.
This song is playing in a loop in my head.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8YRdxHHFKvQ

So the mandatory post at the beginning of a new year has to happen, not counting the fact that two weeks have slipped by but what the heck.Right?
Write a little more often.
Slip into things here and there.
Shield heart from getting attacked.
Gain a little peace of mind.
Too much to ask eh?

Everything is eventually reduced to monosyllables.

This longing to travel has become some sort of fixation.

It's like it's always lurking around in the back of your head, waiting to leap out at the most odd times.

This incredible urge to pack a bag and travel.

The crevices, the brooks,the hills,the lowlands.

Somewhere.

Everywhere.

If this is not an overwhelming feeling then I don't know what is.

Maybe over the years people forget what they were holding on to so dearly.
The incessant fights the meaningless endless squabbles.
Memory fades, details are forgotten and what remains are broken fragments
Scattered through time and space.
Some lingering on for some sort permanence, whilst the rest wilts away like they do every autumn
The regularity of it creeps in, but doesn't quite sink in yet.
Till the years pass by and everything changes,
Except the big void that has been engulfing you.