This is very much like the old days; my place deserted in the same way my soul is. Nothing but mess and leftovers remind me of once glamorous youth of yesteryear. It's late at night; emptiness is asking questions, demanding answers. I cannot fall asleep. A zombie-to-be is staring into darkness. Would be watching a movie instead; if I only understood French. Tonight, it'd be Les nuits fauves for sure.
Hanging around, lingering, reflecting. This is me, brainwashed by never-ending commitments; by useless, unimportant responsibility. Not blaming anyone, not even myself. It is how it is — a conformist approach by a conformist scumbag. Am too weak to look for a quick fix tonight, just making a note.
On the light side, it's been snowing today.
3 comments:
tomorrow is a new day...
smile :)
do not smile at the emptyness or darkness. they might smile back.
catch a snowflake.
heh
yeah, youre right, you adults need to have a more sophisticated reason for smiling that a fact that tomorrow is a new day. im fine with that piece of hope... a kid!
enjoy your day ;)
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