time to talk again

we always remain silent in the midst of emptiness. trying to figure out why our lives are entangled in between fantasy and reality. i can always say that between fantasy and reality, lies a world of my own. yes its time to talk again to my inner world. a world away from the depths of human tolerance and divine intervention. i sound like ironic at most times but whether its me that sane or people think i am insane. we drift from one memory to another. we determine our sanity against the norm.

but still i thank God i am alive.

again, im trying to tell myself to talk again.

maybe tomorrow. maybe not?