Daily Diary

October 12th

Dear Diary,

Yesterday would’ve made 3 months since my new favorite person and I became a thing and I still can’t believe that it had to end. It’s true what they say — that change is the only constant. And each day, I have to live with the residues of her love and the memories of her care that don’t even seem to want to go away. Every new day, I am forced to admit that I am a better person because of her. She single handedly took me out of my comfort zone and every time I do anything in my new location or at my new job, I think of her and I say to myself “cheers to her” The effects of human relationships are mostly just 2 — we met for two reasons, it is either you are a blessing or a lesson. This one was/is the blessing that taught me a lesson — to survive, thrive, soar until I reach the skies. And if I keep on going, I know that it is mostly because of her. When we broke up, I thought this diary no longer served its purpose but this diary is the documentation and proof of the growth I’ve undergone and I’m still undergoing. The memories give me the best muse for my future writings. I have decided to turn my misery into poetry.

Yesterday, Joshua shared the link to the OPEN SPACE on Twitter and was telling the tweeters how good a writer I am and for an hour or so, I went back to read my previous pieces — just to be sure I am good. It turns out God gave me the talent of words and I have been sleeping on it for a very long time. Among the neverending excuses I could give, writer’s block always seemed to foreshadow all of them. The truth is that the only two things that ever stopped me in life were procrastination and laziness. They are 2 of the 4 horsemen of my apocalypse. I am still writing this diary despite the wet pillows and the restless nights because I need to keep an account — no, I need to give my account to my future self. and when that time comes, he should look at these scribblings and be proud but above all things. He should look into the mirror and no longer avoid the gaze of the man in the mirror.

CHRONICLE 12

Lowly peasants -

They came to steal my talents.

But we we skedaddled into the horizon

Where the sun didn’t just shine -

There blossomed the mildest dreams of man.

Awful truants -

Came in with bullets and with a canon.

Hoping that I’d kick the bucket

But we scurried off into fantasia -

There the men had courage.

Dear Diary, keep my thoughts as secret as news can be…