REFILL

There it is. For years of nothing exploring and shouting out all of my mind-bugging creations inside my head, I was back to my uncontrollable outburst of emotions...particularly anger management! It has paved its way through a very simple, "you could have just let it pass" scenario...but I wasn't able to help the feeling and there, it bursted out. Poor guard (hays...) Right at this moment my heart is still pounding like crazy, as if I have hypertension (which I hope I don't have). Because of this, I reorganized myself and here I am, finding myself back into typing and just simply filling out this space box with thoughts wrapped with emotions from my inner most heart. Yeah, yeah, I get it... I have to write. I think twitter and Facebook didn't help me much just maybe because of the given fact that whatever you will say will be limited to like 140 characters per expression of what you truly feel. Unlike a note or a blog which you can speak your heart out as until you had enough. I think this will always be a part of me. To keep me sane; to keep me from the reality and to breathe close enough as normal humans do. I have to write. One good reason mainly is because I was part of the alliance to "transcendence artists" who creates out of his emotions first before thinking logically. We love this because of the unlimited output you can share with the world or even just to yourself. One may think that people like me are irrational but being as such molds the art in what we believe is creation. Without any precautions and fear. Our best friend is hope--that our creations will be tangible enough for us to clearly see it and judged ourselves if we have come across to at least it's nearest outcome. Being hard in one's self? I think that is beauty. Basing from my current stats now, I can say that the pumping of the ventricles in my heart is slowly going to normal. Same reason as I have stated earlier, because I chose to write (or better say I chose to write again). Not for anybody, not for any award-giving body but for myself and nothing else. As I yawn, that signals I can rest in a bit and look forward to upcoming space boxes that I have to fill in, no matter what item I put in it.