A sniff. And a deep breath.

 I never defended my anger. This does not mean I support it.

I am aware of it. I am conscious of it. I understand it.

I swore to myself I will move on from writing. Atleast not here.

And yet- here I am. A person has to lick her wounds somewhere.

We cant always live in a world where we cover up our wounds and flaws. My best friend lost his dad. I feel angry. 

A major shift in my personal life. A situation that we are trying to manage and failing. And yet- here I am. What keeps me moving ahead on days like this is the gratitude that I am alive. And breathing.

For the first time in my life, i am feeling my breath. And that's the only ultimate truth today. That's what keeps the dead apart from life.