:: sunday gloomy ::
it is a cold sunday morning
a one of a kind start to a day, where i wake up at 5, with my room light still on and fresh from yet another dream that bore no sense at all.
it's become a fashion of its own to be typing with a lit cigarette in hand, and the occassional puff to bring about the guise in self denying comfort and company
i dream of lovers, of loved ones and of places distant and unseen
i dream of myself in situations untold and bold
i wake from the mindwalk, unscathed in all aspects but my mind - which has been detereorating in a calm and slender curve of late - but with this weekend i feel its decline grow steeper to a shocking landslide of added emotions and fear
i'm trembling now; i don't know if it's from the cold air outside, from the regular sips of cold bottled water from the fridge outside or from the menthol i've been smoking
i rushed to grab something to wear, and i realize the mess i'm in as i stumble over my spare boots and other miscellaneous items
where has everyone gone ?
this was meant to be a weekend of rest, for my aching feet and weary soul -
but something has been telling me otherwise
the fact that nothing has come in the mail tells me of a future that is definitely uncertain
and the fact that nothing has been happening socially scares me into a state of tranquility.
i have rested well enough
in preparation for another long period of lull, of nothing and of dreams to come.
nothing but dreams.
i need to be saved
_
spoken. at 5:46 AM
it is a cold sunday morning
a one of a kind start to a day, where i wake up at 5, with my room light still on and fresh from yet another dream that bore no sense at all.
it's become a fashion of its own to be typing with a lit cigarette in hand, and the occassional puff to bring about the guise in self denying comfort and company
i dream of lovers, of loved ones and of places distant and unseen
i dream of myself in situations untold and bold
i wake from the mindwalk, unscathed in all aspects but my mind - which has been detereorating in a calm and slender curve of late - but with this weekend i feel its decline grow steeper to a shocking landslide of added emotions and fear
i'm trembling now; i don't know if it's from the cold air outside, from the regular sips of cold bottled water from the fridge outside or from the menthol i've been smoking
i rushed to grab something to wear, and i realize the mess i'm in as i stumble over my spare boots and other miscellaneous items
where has everyone gone ?
this was meant to be a weekend of rest, for my aching feet and weary soul -
but something has been telling me otherwise
the fact that nothing has come in the mail tells me of a future that is definitely uncertain
and the fact that nothing has been happening socially scares me into a state of tranquility.
i have rested well enough
in preparation for another long period of lull, of nothing and of dreams to come.
nothing but dreams.
i need to be saved
_
spoken. at 5:46 AM
