Splatting

My mind out on this blank space.
I just feel like writing now.
I'm in a talkative state of mind.

'I want something just like this'

That's the song that's playing now.
I don't know why but it sounds so nice now.
The bass, it feels perfect.

This feels kinda trippy.
But obviously I am not.

Thinking of the team now.
I wonder how are the juniors feeling about being in the team.
Did they regret their decision to be in the team?
Have they learnt something?
Why did the people who quit, quit?

I miss a lot of people.
I miss a lot of those friends that held onto that balloon and float away from my life.
They can be far away but they are always embedded in the webs of the brain.

The memories stain like ink filling cracks of an imperfect surface.
It's hard to wash it off.

There's so much more to this life.
Whenever I am sitting down in lecture and thinking of how everyone else is listening to class and there I am day dreaming, using social media, looking out of the window, looking at my old lecturer and thinking about how he spent the earlier parts of his life.

Lol, I don't know why my brain is wired to think so much.
But honestly, I'm glad I think so much.
So that I'm sure that I am more sensitive to people all around me.

But then again, when I think about it.
If I don't think so much, I won't even have the thought of caring about my friends.
And I won't even feel bad for not caring about that because I don't even 'start' thinking about them.

I've been writing my story for a few days.
I'm kinda stuck.
Right now, Henry is in the hospital, in a dire situation.
But Maun doesn't know yet.
The Doctor is about to pass Maun Henry's diagnosis.
What illness should Henry have?
What is something that Maun has to lie about for it to be a conflict?
What do I have to do to make sure Maun thinks that his voice is so important..

1. Maun has to feel a strong importance for his voice
2. Maun has to lie and he has to lose his voice back to the Enabler.

Sorry if none of this makes sense to you.

I've been writing for awhile and I enjoy writing and being in the character I create these few days.
Because I control the story entirely.

All of a sudden, my mind is brought back to the day at Dek's house.
When I couldn't stop writing about all the things that happened in the entirety of my life.
The love for writing.
The insanity about writing.
About how words can depict everything in life yet also contains certain pockets of indescribable instances.

I remembered the day when I felt so happy that I was crazy.
I was lying down on the floor of the attic.
Writing and laughing at myself.
Laughing at how insane I was.
And how I loved being insane.
Maybe that's how it feels to be losing myself.
It felt like it wasn't me in the mind.
But I could still feel the physical changes when the adrenaline rushes through the body.

I don't know what I am writing anymore.
I am glad to have written all these though.
It shows how crazy the mind is.
Can't believe I wrote all this in just 10 mins.

Okay I almost posted this in the TeamNUS blog again HAHAHA. Like all the time.
Okay bye