it's been a while since.
since the last post. 
since a long nice chat.
since my atrial flutter.
and nothing much has changed.
and i can't deny that the ink on my wrist is a read-between-the-lines one.
and i can't deny the trigger.
and i can't deny the perpetuating factors
things like
the toffee fruit i had today
the song that comes on
the lines of my fave movie.

i wish i was brave-er.
but i'm not.
i'm proud.
and i care too damn much.

i yearn for G-day.
but i can't make up my mind.
what will i do in the end?