The starting line

It seven in the morning. I dont know what to do with today. So much in mind, but just not any motivation to start doing it. Hala, i think of one thing that could preoccupy me for the rest of the day. Go to church. It’s been a while, it’s been a freakin’ while. So much have not heard of them, my church so called friends. I long for that day when i get to see them again but i was hesitating. Colliding in my thoughts was the mere justification if what will it be like. Would they ever tap me in the back and address me by that same brotherly calling like the way it is before. I know i betray them, but it’s been a while. Time has set the wounds that i know took long to heal. Whats the use of the time we been friends and being with the same calling. I’m sane now, i’m sane like i always want them to believe me. The demons that clutter my eternal mindset has left and the only things that remains are the memories of the aftermath. That freak ghost has left me to a nobody and i like a distant star, it’s so far to haunt me back and i’m too strong to hurt again.