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It's complicated...

Lately i have been stuck in a rut, i don't want to write anything ...it's not a case of simple writer's block and it's not  laziness nor is it a lack of inspiration, so am left with the one answer that always seems to capture everything when there's no right answer to say;it's complicated.
2014 seems to be one year that's in a rush to end, because i still feel like am in January(the month when things seem so unpredictable)It's already February and i no longer have the right to excuse myself when i  mistake the date and write it down as  2013. In some ways, am still trying to find my footing in order to cosy up with the reality of no more new year .
As much as i like getting old fast and ushering in another December,these 2014 days seem to pass by so fast.There's a looming feeling that i can't shake, that feeling  of having so much to do with so  little time.A feeling that has probably been fuelled by the incessant list of assignments and exam timetable drafts that remind you how close finals are. It's not the best feeling in the world, and it's not the worst because i might  be the only person in the world feeling like this..so today i decided to simply say good riddance and be at peace.
Let the days come and go as they please, 
What matters is that my heart,soul and mind are at ease
Take each day as it is,
With every up and down,that's just how life is.
Life is simply complicated!

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