i thought about how serene my
sister has become with her pregnancy
even if reality is tough
i thought about how my dad who is ill
is nursing his dying wife
i thought about my mom
who despite her own disappointments in life
looking forward to the birth of her grandchild

Feeling very bleak
at moments and
had contemplated alot about death,
life and the urgency of life

Had foolishly needed a sense of immediate release
having been so paralysed by negativity & insecurities
I am learning to face myself
even to just get through a day
i know i will find my own strength
perhaps not now
but i will.

what started out as an extremely boring read
about a woman wrongly accused and
being on death row
her love letters to her husband
simple and direct
became quite comforting

An act of mediation on words and books
whenever i start reading
i always try to finish the whole book
from cover to back
even if its excruciatingly boring or not my thing
perhaps that's me
determine to see things through to its end