Coming back..

 I never got the hang of Blogs.

I still prefer the pen and the paper. so many thoughts. scribbling, scratching and some ink all over my fingers.

My hands that look like children after I've been writing. It's liberating. I'd like to leave my hand prints on walls everywhere I go.

It's cold outside and I'm procrastinating. Some days should be declared missing.

I wish had more time to stare at the screen.

Elyssa 101

 It's a new Science. 

Paradoxical.I make no sense.
I'm in love with little and big things. Little things like Cats and Bags. Big things like Love. Love in all its forms. Irrational Love; crazy, can't live without each other love. And the more unconditional loves like God; the universe, energy, karma, allah and jesus... Whatever you call it. 

I'm unconventional and brutally honest. Too hard on myself at times but never too serious.
I like myself some days. but on some other days, I'd like a smaller waist-line, some sort of talent and a bigger bank account.