Confessions

Of late I've been trying to get inside a confession box and pour out stuffs out of my system.

Tried doing it twice, but couldn't actually get to even start the process. Not that I'm fearing anything, but just those butterflies-in-the-stomach feeling: What would the outcome?

Not that the whole procedure gonna make any difference to anyone; its just gonna make me feel a little lighter.

One can dismiss this whole idea as one of those selfish acts I keep on indulging myself in, to get those feel-good-feeling. 

But isn't being happy and satisfied with oneself the ultimate goal since ages?

PS: Last heard, according to some experienced souls, I'm very old school to survive this planet. Lets see, who blinks first.