Say one thing about festivities, say they can be tiring; especially when you're a huge part of most aspects of said festivities, from decoration to cooking and even washing dishes and now as this night prepares a glowing exit I find myself back in comfy clothing and ponderous mood.
Tomorrow I bid adieu to this place and day after this country.
Ah, I feel miserable, sad, unfulfilled and heart broken about so many things.
There's more. Always more I want from life, and when it doesn't meander as I've been expecting it to curve in notched grooves I'd hoped I'd successfully carved, it pains me somewhere within at opportunities lost, time wasted, moments gone..but that's how it is, isn't it?
But it shouldn't be.
Life shouldn't be so impossibly ruinous, nor so heartbreaking..oh don't even let me start about heartbreak now, for I'd have to begin from the beginning and if life could have been just as straightforward then this blog wouldn't have had a reason to exist.
Reasons plenty, but I know little..
Ugh..
Soon I'll be floating in another timezone, bobbing about decapitated in a chalice of doleful distance that'll soon see itself stretching into a vexatious reality and no matter how I try to coddle myself into false beliefs I'd always know I'm far away, so far away.
No comments:
Post a Comment