The moonlight is for sharing

I spent most part of the morning reading through the archives of a particular blog. It is strange that with every story that I read, I find a part of my story in it. Weird, because there seems to be nothing common between the two persons. Just that stories overlap somewhere.

After spending office time doing everything else but work, the guilt weighed heavily on me. I worked through lunch and I worked after that. I didnt have any meetings scheduled today, and therefore made the conscious decision of not wearing a jacket to work. Guess what? They changed the teleconference to a meeting, and I had to attend it in less than business formals. Damn it. But the guilt did not stop there.

I have a credit exam on thursday and I have been delaying the studies far too long. So finally, over dinner I finished most of it. There is something strange about feeling guilty, or feeling lost, or feeling irritated. It actually helps you concentrate. Channel all your anger into studies. Or maybe I'm just weird.

My words are coming back to me. After a couple of months of not writing much, I feel the sudden urge to pen down every thought. It doesnt matter who reads them or understands them. There are too many emotions to explain, and too few that will understand anyway. The confusions take various forms and various words. Feel free not to interpret and comment.

I will know you were here... your footsteps are louder than you think.