I am going to get scolded for saying this, by whom, I really don't know. And so, it actually does not matter. 

Life has worn me out, it has snatched the words right from my mouth and threw them away, at different directions that I can't even begin to go around and collect them. 

What is it about life that has become daunting? Is life suppose to be like this or has a dark cloud descended over me, refusing to move till it is called to do so?

What on earth am I talking about? 

I was not as pessimistic or negative or impulsive as I used to be. 

Is it the clautrophobic feeling of being sucked or stucked. Is the disappointment that has weighed me down. 

My faith in God is still there, strong and struggling. Am I being pushed into the arms of the Almighty or am I drifting away from Him, without realising it. 

My grandmother scared me with her loud sneeze at 2.05am.