I'm still processing. What changed the most during this 3 weeks? Is it my freedom or my responsibility? Is it my choices or my decisions? Is it my constant thoughts to let myself adapt with the idea of having a new title tatooed on my ring finger?
I'm still the one that constantly feels the urge to take a long train ride to the unknown, the one that still steals the smell of cold morning dew, the one that loves to capture warm sunset in purple and orange. I still take my long walk in bookstores and eat things that I let myself eat. I still read books and play Farm Story 2 religiously.
I feel like me, but different.
I don't write much often though, it seems to me like my thoughts are now synching in with my new status. I no longer think in one voice without thinking much of the consequences, I think in two voices. Sounding desperately to be the person that I used to be. So I'm lost in search of my voice in writing again.
Sometimes I write snippets of little things that come out of no where, I bring my little book and a bunch of pens everyday to keep myself ready. Sometimes I hide in toilet at the office to write about random thoughts so that I'll have my own silence to whisper me stuffs that I need to put down in written words. Toilets, of all the places.
So what changed the most?
Is it everything, or nothing, all at once?
PS : On lighter note, it is a positive feeling ❤