I had promised myself that I would write here oftener. I broke it. Like I have been breaking promises since ages. I feel guilty about it. Maybe a little more this time. I do not know why. Is it because I realize I have run out of time ? Too old to run,breathe,think,feel,take risks. My mistakes have not ruined me. I am ruined on my own. I feel trapped in the open. Pictures do not speak to me anymore. But I am not in a mood to give up. Not anymore.