september last.

i remember how long i havent written. i forget lately how i feel about words - always at loss for words, at the mercy of time. i consider writing in this age more sincere as compared to words coming out of people's mouth. i swear sometimes i just see people's mouth move and all i hear is silence. i watch as they speak, amused at their expressions and gestures as they unfold their thoughts right before.

how much exactly did they filter? how many times have they told this story? how many versions are there to it? what makes you think that was what really happened? why should i buy it? does it even matter if i do?

but it's true that you cant take back what you said. there and then, too late because the damage is done. if you cant change it, confuse them, twist it and doubt it. sure, why not? you believe what you want to.

writing is evidential. but even writings lose their validity over time, some of them with invisible expiry dates tagged on them. again so, why should i buy it? evidents can be fabricated. some burns itself out upon creation. it is just in a matter of time.

hence, time. at loss for words always.