(There comes November, prescribing a death penalty onto my blog posts for October.. )
(... and I apologize to those who waited. In fact I'm surprised and thankful to know that there are actually people waiting.)
Yes, my writing paused. It just jammed like the photocopier in my office. And when I thought I was stuck because of the chaos in my life throughout the month of October, a friend of mine came to me and ask a simple question:
"Can I look at what's in ur pocket?"
There's a little notebook inside my pocket. I do a lot of drafting and quick jotting inside it. But lately, it's filled with sketches.
... hence I realized, I wasn't stuck, I was just unintentionally switching to another way of expression -- I don't write, but I sketch -- in the middle of a wait, inside LRT, after-work walking alone, midnight awake -- whenever I'm alone, whenever the disorder state of emotion haunts me, whenever a heavy press of my pen onto the paper or a random line helps in expressing my desperation or chaos better than words.
"You don't seem OK..." She gave the notebook back to me after flipping through it..
"I'm OK.." I smiled, kind of regret for lending her the notebook.
".. a spider's killer instinct is actually its self-protection... for they got hurt, they get defensive... I understand where you are coming from... " she explained.
I was stunned.
".. but don't build up the walls around you... " she continued.
I was stunned.
Thank you, Shunza.