no.

it's like the past three years never happened.

that none of the gut-wrenching sob-worthy stories were ever written, that those blurry faces never existed because i never met them. it's like it doesn't matter anymore because, well, was it even worth it in the first place? it's like the tick-tock of countdowns until goodbyes, and the resonating voice that whispered, "bye" - yet it is the loudest boom i've ever heard. and i can still hear it. and the door slamming, i can hear that too.

it's like i never got into that cab. it's like you never resurfaced again. and since it never happened...it's like i'll never need to come up for air, ever again.

go.

where has it all gone? where did last month go? so much for thinking, "it's time to get started" -- it's now time to go. and go. and go.

like this blog. been contemplating what to write, how to write it, how to pick and choose from the million things that i want to think-aloud about. but the best way to do something is to start -- that, i've already done.

now it's time to do...

go.

now.

and here we go.