something new something borrowed

i realised recently that i've forgotten how to write. there once was a time when the words would just flow -- out of my head, onto the page. it is a rare moment when i am speech-less, thought-less, mind-less. my head is always brimming with thoughts of 'i wonder', 'what if' -- not in regrettable terms but out of sheer curiousity and due to the obssessive nature i know i harbour. i've often chased this idea of clearing one's mind. being an escapist with an obssessive tendency sounds like an oxymoron but i am living proof that both states of being can co-exist relatively harmoniously.

these past eight months have been the most tumultuous and lonely time of my life. the allure of living in a new city in a foreign continent lost its initial lustre several months back, and now i am faced with thinking of london, uk as my second home. my life is once again completely unrecognisable from what it looked like just a year ago, and once again i find myself embarking on yet another new phase in my life. many remnants of my former self remain however.
dependable friendships of over a decade;
the relationship i have not been able to forget, even after all these years;
the taste of my favourite childhood candy remain as a constant reminder that you can never really leave it all behind -- even though sometimes, i wish i could.

then i come to my senses and give thanks for all the memories... the constants... the enduring spirit of the real.