In One’s Dotage
I walked away. I was really bombarded by all the words I have been keeping inside. I got really giddy and dizzy by all the words contained in me that I can’t say to you. I ran. I was screaming inside for everything that had happened.The streetlights blink on in the last remnants of sunlight. I ran faster. And faster. I felt the narrowing of my air passage. I was really pushing myself harder. I was running out of breath. I want my body to feel exhausted as much as exhausted my heart had become. The wind is smashing against my face. I want to push myself farther as much as my body could possibly can. I want to breakdown and cry. The darkness ceased all the shadows. Now there’s pain gradually radiating on my legs, a rip in my lungs. I lost my balance, I stumbled over the concrete edging of the street. I slowed down. I gasped for some thin air. At last, I reached home. There’s no more you, there’s no more us. And as of this moment, all I wanna do is rest and sleep to pause this agony I am currently feeling inside.
Be generic and relatable to everyone. That’s all I know. I don’t really even know how, but people will just follow you if they want to. But don’t get me wrong, I didn’t say that when no one follows you, you are deviant and freak. You must be new here. Here’s the tip: just savor the small number of followers you got in there. The fewer it is, the freer you are. The number of followers doesn’t gauge the value of one’s blog. Not even the number of likes you got in every blog post you make.