am i...?

for a while, i've been away from the limelight of blogging, 

and i miss writing in its true essence, 

that is, writing and conveying my inner thoughts/truest emotions.. 

i couldn't say that the reason of my absence is because i am traveling most of the time

 or i am overstressed with my very demanding work 

or striving with the familiarity of the unfair,

 but rather my feelings dictates me of the fact 

that, i can no longer write nor take an awesome photoshoot  

because my eyes ceased to tell me how colorful the rainbows are, 

and the voice within me stopped whispering 

the words that could make my heart skipped a bit. 

yes, i've been inlove for a while, succumbed with the fantasy

of finding the rare and real, held it in my palms

felt it in my bones, affecting my soul

yet, that rare kind of love i found

i have to let go 

because i know it's time to

the truth among my lies is realizing that there were only two instance why i am inspired to write, 

that is...

when i am inlove and broken hearted. 

and at the moment, i am neither of the two...

am i..?