enZane

I blog JuliElmo.

|| Julie || Elmo || JuliElmo ||

my head is swimming. somewhere is shore. I am enZane.

“I do not trust people who don’t love themselves and yet tell me, ‘I love you.’ There is an African saying which is: Be careful when a naked person offers you a shirt.”

Maya Angelou (via kushandwizdom)

Back to Black

The sound of the keyboard as my fingers strikes every letter is like a favorite music I haven’t heard in a long time. God, I miss this. I never realized I have been missing so much, so much of my love, for a significant amount of time that by mere hearing these white keys chatter beneath my fingertips will bring so much nostalgia and joy. 

My mind is restless. Consciously and unconsciously it is talking to itself. I am not mad or something, I know my realities. But surely, this noise in my brain is impossible to ignore.

Questions. I’ve got a lot of questions. Growing up I have been restlessly seeking for an answer to almost anything. I ask quietly but probing for everything that is ordinary or not. I ask stupid things and got stupid answers to match. But more so, I ask those questions none can have any answer to. Something deeper that only a few would dare fathom.

I have a lifetime to chronicle my experiences and the answers I received. Sometimes I get those answers without even asking a question, without even knowing why I got them. Was it ‘heaven sent’? Was it a whisper from someone so magnificent that I seem to ignore all these time? Or was it something else? Or probably it was just me trying to make up anything I can out of the situation I can’t control.