gold

i haven't been able to compose myself and walk in that cold white wall of a room for quite some time already. i take a few steps up and then detour. being busy is one thing, or it could be that i choose not to. i don't want to see my disappointment printed on papers. i don't want to be greeted again with unpleasant realities. it's hard to breathe in, and escaping with sheer cowardice seems to be the most convenient route. but He says another thing, and I listen, so maybe, it's one of these days.