Flew over the cucus nest

Everything was fine. Yeah, maybe I didn't pour as much time as I would've liked to, but the sheer feeling of easy-goingness and tranquility made my every single day. Dare I say it was the same the other way around? The way things are now, not quite. I mean, I like to think it was, but it got complicated along the way.

We lost track of each other in time, space and technology. When she re-plugged, I unplugged and so forth. Was that what caused the bailing? As I said before in another "blog", I'm not sure if it was because I waited too much, if I rushed it, if I did anything wrong overall... And it is at this point that I realize this: it is awfully hard for me not to take the blame for everything.

Second thought: not everything is up to me. I can keep asking myself questions about what did I do wrong, what could've been done to stay on track, but what's vital is to keep going with or without answers, 'cause they'll be popping out as I walk on. Even though people say "never look back", my belief is, when necessary, look back, learn from the past and leave open doors; those open doors are not for things to come back, but to remember and give credit for new opportunities future may provide.

Truth be told, I like to think back in good ol' times and idealize what at the end couldn't be.

Aside the fact that masochism wads me from time to time, as I move on, shards of sorrow start to fall off my back and chest and light peels away what looming feelings may subside. The climb is rough and tricky, wind and rain slashes and clashes against me.

But the sun's brighter over the hill.

There's where I'm heading to.