"Round and round, but I won't run away no more,"

"Mother, I feel so lost."

"Oh? That's very good," Mother said, bending down towards me, clutching her hands to her heart as if she was recalling my dreamy, old, irrational self, "It's better if you stay that way," She place another muffin on the cooling rack, careful not to let the mini pyramid that she had just made out of them topple and fall,

"Yes. It is better if you stay this way."

I could only stare at her out of my too grown up body, placing a mini cake atop another similarly small one atop the other.

Perhaps what she had heard was, "Mom, I feel so much more down-to-earth than before."

But they say that it is the unsaid that is reall what is needed to be said.
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Using this little pocket of life that I finally have to recharge (seems very contrary to that since it's waaayyyy past midnight and my sleeping time) and grab my life back again. It feels so good to be back here, trying to transform little shards of thoughts, hopes, dreams, feelings and aspirations into words. Don't forget the bubbling frustrations and complaints too. My inspiration for my short stories and fancy wordplay have quite left me feeling empty and sad so far this year. Haven't been able to draw on them rich minefield of vocabulary and colourful sentance structures (which also results those experiental sentences to be crudely vandalized by red ink on my essays). Le sigh. It's really quite sad. Make do with this for now. Will try to post something ever more entertaining here next time, in a while :)

-Imagine Dragons, Round and Round