I get back here after years. I am surprised I remember the password. But I had to. I had to find a way to document these thoughts and words and to hold my space. Paper and pen helped. But that is different. This cryptic word game I played with myself on this blog held more reason There is a need to find solace and power to be myself. As I hide behind the covers of calmness, logic, reasonability, and adulting. The covers I keep piling over myself. I keep burying myself underneath it all. Calling it logic. Protecting me. I need words to break the dams I built. I hope I can do it in secret. In silence. Like the eras gone by. No hashtags, no promo reels. Just words. Dumped in haste and dreamt in space. Words I hope will never be read by another soul. Just like the past. How fast has time flown? From kuttyma to almost a college student. From wearing my heart on my sleeve, to hiding behind logic. From laughing and taking selfies, to self-doubt and hiding. I don’t even know if I like me – the today me. Maybe I will find my […]