Where I left off

When was it again? July 24th, 2018. 

More than a year has passed. 

In an attempt to enumerate the flied bumpy rides of times, it was fortunate enough that my mind was wary of the apparent existence of the practicality of what we have now as to satisfy our hunts for responses—internet search engines. Otherwise, I would learn myself quantifying manually by pointing numbers on at least nineteen printed tables showing all the days, weeks, and months of the years. Not to mention of all the struggles I would have to suffer to make certain that I wouldn’t lose count upon any relevant digits to be considered.

It was exactly four hundred and ten days ago, since the aforementioned date.

Staring blankly on the screen disregard of the lights it was exhibiting which literally was blinding my eyes with the vagueness and unfathomable thoughts of my own judgements toward my capability in connecting upon the seemingly unacknowledged of my own hidden powerful triad; my heart, my mind and my fingers. I wondered—how did I do that. How did I even do that.

I tried trailing the traces. It was strenuous as it has turned weak as according to my estimation that it would only take less time to perish. It was a pleasant visit, I was glad as I came in time the hint was partially diminished—I still had the chance to revisit of those little whiles.

I tried reliving the split seconds too. At some points, they were lots like from a strange sphere as they showcased such different complexions. Singly, studied and remarked. Fastening the speckles to one another, surprisingly, bounced me back to the bygone. It took seconds to ultimately unlatch the scepticism. I confirmed—I did that. I really did that.

It was real and pure delight. 

Unravelling the unsettled notions and confusing concerns into an independent individuality and originality; sounds about right.

I think it’s time to pick up—

—where I left off.