Cherry-picking

A lot has happened.

Well, duh, of course. It’s been three months. 

I’m tired, but that’s nothing new. Another life has ended. It’s good as dead but hey as the toilet wisdom goes - it ain’t over till the paper work is done. But more than anything, I’m happy it’s over. At the very least, that’s one less worry and ghost to handle and the last tie to a past I so want to just forget has been severed.

Another love has been buried even before it bloomed. I try not to think about it too much these days. So far I’m succeeding; as another adage goes, out of sight, out of mind, out of my life. Well, the third part is a long shot, considering we breath the same air for nine hours a day but hey it never hurts to try yes?

A Matryoshka doll came into my life recently. I have NO IDEA how many layers are still there. One of them lies though; but for some reason I’m still hoping that that layer had a good-enough reason for lying. Maybe because I’m starting to like this Matryoshka doll more than usual. Or maybe I’m just romanticizing her. Do I want to find out what’s what? Yes. Even if a bunch of my inner selves groaned and face-palmed at this idiocy I’m commiting.

Three months have passed