B.K. --a year after

"I was reading Kristine's blog about her MADRID rendezvous with Bon and Tita Emma when I heard a cry...ooops! Duty calls. I picked up AMARA and fed her...an hour has passed...breastfeeding time again. I decided to bring her with me by the computer so I can finish up on my reading...halfway through...I heard a cry...AGAIN...I checked on AMARA but she was quietly nursing.... then...I realized it was my own. I didn't realize that I was sniffling through Kristine's words and sentences. "

--- This was a draft that I never finished. Product of my lagging everytime I attempt to start writing again. I dunno, it may never come back...I cant seem to put words toether anymore as I used to before. It's a sad reality that Im starting to accept..I used to write a lot. I was actually good...at least from my perspective. I didn't have a hard time expressing myself....but now...I feel like Im always grasping for words. My brain seems unable to process the things that I want to say...so now, here I am, not knowing if I'll even come close to finishing what I wanted to write about one year ago..but I wanna try. At least...for my sanity...to just scribble whatever's going through my mind...and hope that somehow...words will find its own place and help me pull through...