A beautiful morning, filled with sweet whispers of the breeze and loud conversations of our chirping friends. A morning of a new hope, and long forgotten dreams. Tea at one side while a journal kept on the other. Blank page, impatiently waiting to be colored in sapphire, as soon as i spill the ink to paint the future.

But something stops me.

My yesterday seems to haunt me..

It pours into my left ear, some discouraging utterances, which shrinks my ever blooming soul into a small puny wonder, with nothing to be stared and wondered at. What a terrible feeling!

Choosing to give-in to the evil, would be so easy, isn't it?

But i guess, i won't. After fighting demons of different sorts, with varying magnitude of potential damage; i can't really get into the same vicious loop of self-loathing and self-sabotage as if they're my best companions..

So, i picked up the pen. Again. The show must go on, once it's been kickstarted after long hours of repetitive thinking and episodes of me mustering up the courage. All to face the world once again, just the way i always did as a kid and a teen back in time, so rightfully calling it my golden age.

[Lights go off, curtain drops in slowly]

~ Shreosi Paul