APOLOGIES

I am sorry if my last blog has caused any problems to anyone. I meant to say, 'I can't live here anymore'. And that means Dubai. But surprisingly enough, I am falling in love with it today. The sharp, cold winds has seized blowing and a gasp of warm front is edging in from the sea. It's going to be a warm March.

I know, I have to stop speaking in vague tongues. Again I apologise. I am fine. Just a little bored, that's all. And living the fab life I have. I am 26! Can't wait for 35! So excited!

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There comes a time when everything stops. Your mind is not as open as it used to be. It stops working for a few minutes a day and over a few months, a few years; it seizes to function at the pleasure of its former self. The body has the same qualms. It drys, flakes and slowly turns to dead skin and peels itself off.

Dreams are expensive on the mind especially, and to a certain extent it is almost cruel. So, why do we keep dreaming when we know for a minute that we cannot reach that goal, that target, that door or that place? Because we are fools. That's why.

I can't live anymore. I want to leave. I can't live anymore.