sunday has almost ended, the hatred of monday has already begun. the dream has almost faded, and i sit in the ever present wind, and my heart hurts in memory.
the insanity spills over into the week, the sameness of work looms, the never ending project deadline filled days continue relentlessly, and slowly i lose the numbness despite higher and higher doses of caffiene.
there has to be more somewhere out there. there has to be a third alternative.
i think i should be careful what i wish for.
can i scrounge together an ounce of remose for one more dead person? for one more tragedy, for one more torn apart dream and family and lovers. how many more must there be before we realize?
2 comments:
i guess we DErealize with time coz it seems to be the only means of keep ourselves sane. the wisdom however is never lost. I shall shut it here or else im gonna end up writing a comment longer than ur post :P
im gonna og have gol guppay today! :D yum yum! i think u need a dose of those nf :D
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