Back To The Drawing Board.

I asked God a question;

The exact reply was this -

I am sending him, who is my very heart, back to you.

Perhaps the reason he was separated from you for a little while was that you might have him back forever.

~ Philemon 1:12, 15

Be still, my fragile heart.

Grief.

It's close to 9am and I'm still awake.

I've been up all night.

For no apparent reason, thoughts of my deceased uncle weigh heavily on my mind.

Koo, I miss you so, so much. :'(

Erstwhile.

Lately, You told me to be Happy.

In time, I will be.

Erstwhile, the familiar routine of suppression & repression shall frame my convoluted mind.

It's the only way I know to keep myself afloat.