Words have always been my way around. Writing, a part of me. Somehow this morning, while the sun is shining way above its zenith, while birds seem to be singing in tune to the rays of light flickering pass my peripheral vision, together with the similarity of bokeh effects scintillating my atmosphere, turning my sanctuary into a photograph. I stare apathetically at an empty screen, that once again could not have described it any better. If you feel everything intensely, ultimately you feel nothing at all. I sit amongst a beautiful surrounding, with the scent of petrichor that once was refreshingly comforting to me and ponder upon, upon why can't I appreciate the beauty in the slightest of things any longer? How can ambivalence prevail my emotions so acutely?