Tingle

One year on and I still sigh at the thought of it. I play the songs I played all that time ago and try to make sense of the journey I've made so far.

Somehow, I'm still not happy..and I question whether I ever will.

I still remember the times when I could fit between the gaps of the door left ajar and disappear into the crowd of clubbers without my presence ever being noticed by the people around me. I wonder whether I could still do it and whether I should still try to do it.

It is just a tingle...a reminder of what I used to be and what I'm still contemplating of being (in time...)