And I Should Reckon So.

I resolve to :

• Be more forthcoming instead of being cryptic.
• Set sail in a new direction.
• Work less, Smile more.
• Effect change from within.

Why?

• The accustomed ways of Mich aren't taking too well nor thriving splendidly in the given circumstances.
• Tired of being Tired; Sick of being Sick (not to be taken in the literal sense)
• I cannot change my circumstances, but I can make incisive decisions on the steps I undertake in future.

The Truth :

• I would love to have You, but I know that this will not transpire in reality.
• I would love to sit and just listen as You speak, watch You laugh and smile in silent contentment.
• I imagine scenes of the past replaying ad nauseam, but these are only flighty notions.
• I dream of being honest in your presence instead of presenting different personas & facades while not knowing exactly the stance to adopt lest it should trigger staggering repercussions

In short, I do not want to Pretend any longer.

An open yellowed book is far more inviting than that of a shrink-wrapped spine.

Mich is Mich.

And this, is My Life.