"Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again.
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping.
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Within the sound of silence.” - Sound of Silence, Simon & Garfunkel
T-46 days | As the days creep by slowly, I feel myself immersing back into the work that made me out to be who I am now. In all honesty, I have no idea what to do. I refuse to emulate what had been done with me initially, but now that I see, I’m not a very good teacher. Emotion flows. Too much, perhaps. I try to restrain and the floodgate open, like a river that burst its banks. The Golden Gate Bridge, too, sometimes get partially hidden by Karl the fog. However, the fog rolls on and the bridge shows its glimmer again. I just need to see through the fog in my life now.