I trawled the site for reassuring glimpses of the past, but I think the places that I used to like have all been deserted.

If procrastination is the thief of time, that's only fair i think. Its not exactly like time doesn't steal anything from you either.

In times of duress, we inevitably turn back to what gives us comfort and strength.
That's why we read each others' blogs, even if we do not actually speak anymore. That's also why we revisit old memories and fond places, to remind ourselves of people who were once there for us. This is one of those days I am stuck in the past, and I browse through stories and faces of people who travelled a part of my road and stuck through with me. We do all this, because we draw on the comfort of what has happened, to give us strength for what is yet to come.

These are the moments that this blog seeks to capture; moments of introspective quiet solitude, vivid electrifying sentiments that enjoy their brief period of evanescence, before they evaporate and are irretrievably lost.

Apparently I used to be quite literate.