Footprints

I have known for sometime now that you’ve been having peeks on this blog since i introduced you to it. Take today for instance. And you haven’t stopped visiting even after everything. Digital footprints we all have. I’m not surprised. Or maybe i am, in a way? I’m amused, though.

You didn’t tell me if you actually read every post, unless it seemed it was about you. You didn’t tell me if remnant of your childhood dyslexia was getting in your way of reading long winded blah. A lot of things were left unsaid but i guessed anyway. I’m not very bad at guesswork. Tell me i’m wrong this time. Knowing would be nice.

You know, growing up is a bitch. And such fun still ! In the end, it’s only causality that you were standing by the roadside while i went  on through the endless cycles of everyday catharsis.