I hope, I think, I know

I'm facing this perpetual shortage of words. I still scribble down random phrases I want to think and write about on the trains and at coffee joints but I never seem to be able to find the scraps of paper when I have time to sit down like this, like now.

There are so many things... It would be nice and perfect if someone else could do the talking for me; a paragraph from a book that pops out or song lyrics that actually sing out, some other thing some other place except this.

But epiphany came. It did. I can finally say that I am happy at where I am right now.