05th November, 2014.
Well, I can begin this one rant with a particular verse without any reason or relevance regarding my blog…
“Remember remember the 5th of November,
treason, gunpowder and plot.
I see no reason, why the gunpowder treason,
shall ever be forgot”…
So, now let’s get over with this, shall we?
The month of November started with a heart shutdown complication. No I am not terminally ill; it’s just a phase I use for my somewhat stupid condition. I knew it was going to happen, but I couldn't do anything but to accept it.
The person went to what she refers as ‘Sabbath’. You know what it means, don’t you? Well I don’t, not anything more than the definition from oxford dictionary, and perhaps it’s for the best that I don’t know! Basically, I am all alone for the whole November in terms of my sanity, deserted to roam around like a demented person without any hope.
The person has broken every connection from the social network, and hence any connection with her is somewhat lost, save the text message and phone calls, which too is feeble in sense of any application. I know there would be no call or sms from the other side despite of my insensible hopes and arduous attempts. What I can do is just wait, which I've been doing quite successfully, yet on the cost of the continuous deterioration of my moods, and sudden bursts of rage. Or maybe just deep exhalations at times, when the nights seem longer than they should be and the days more dull, abhorrence becoming
the routine of the banal days.
The 3rd day of November went too dull, it was my birthday, and I waited the whole bloody day for one message or phone call from her, which eventually arrived! Well, I can’t complain.
The truth is, I really don’t see any point of such, in my simplest logic, one hardly needs such long time for, um, introspection, or retrospection, or calming one’s head! One can attain their peace in a short time, unless they are not going through a trauma. Well that’s just my view. Keeping the recent events in mind, I guess the person is singularly weak, but it’s not very bad thing, people are vulnerable anyway, and there are different ways to deal with so many things on the plate. I just want this Sabbath to end, the sooner, the merrier. I am weak too, regardless of how much I deny it; I will always be weak at some point. I want the person to come back soon…not too much, is it?
Anyways, that’s all I can speak of right now. I have nothing to go on with, my head is clogged, my heart, void of anything.
It's like a desolation of dead (i've no idea what it means...)
Maybe coffee will be of help, but I doubt it. Cheerio!!
Regards.
Well, I can begin this one rant with a particular verse without any reason or relevance regarding my blog…
“Remember remember the 5th of November,
treason, gunpowder and plot.
I see no reason, why the gunpowder treason,
shall ever be forgot”…
So, now let’s get over with this, shall we?
The month of November started with a heart shutdown complication. No I am not terminally ill; it’s just a phase I use for my somewhat stupid condition. I knew it was going to happen, but I couldn't do anything but to accept it.
The person went to what she refers as ‘Sabbath’. You know what it means, don’t you? Well I don’t, not anything more than the definition from oxford dictionary, and perhaps it’s for the best that I don’t know! Basically, I am all alone for the whole November in terms of my sanity, deserted to roam around like a demented person without any hope.
The person has broken every connection from the social network, and hence any connection with her is somewhat lost, save the text message and phone calls, which too is feeble in sense of any application. I know there would be no call or sms from the other side despite of my insensible hopes and arduous attempts. What I can do is just wait, which I've been doing quite successfully, yet on the cost of the continuous deterioration of my moods, and sudden bursts of rage. Or maybe just deep exhalations at times, when the nights seem longer than they should be and the days more dull, abhorrence becoming
the routine of the banal days.
The 3rd day of November went too dull, it was my birthday, and I waited the whole bloody day for one message or phone call from her, which eventually arrived! Well, I can’t complain.
The truth is, I really don’t see any point of such, in my simplest logic, one hardly needs such long time for, um, introspection, or retrospection, or calming one’s head! One can attain their peace in a short time, unless they are not going through a trauma. Well that’s just my view. Keeping the recent events in mind, I guess the person is singularly weak, but it’s not very bad thing, people are vulnerable anyway, and there are different ways to deal with so many things on the plate. I just want this Sabbath to end, the sooner, the merrier. I am weak too, regardless of how much I deny it; I will always be weak at some point. I want the person to come back soon…not too much, is it?
Anyways, that’s all I can speak of right now. I have nothing to go on with, my head is clogged, my heart, void of anything.
It's like a desolation of dead (i've no idea what it means...)
Maybe coffee will be of help, but I doubt it. Cheerio!!
Regards.
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