Sometimes things don't go into place. You stay up nights, wondering
if the cyclical thoughts will ever cease. You feel like you have a
million health problems but really, nothing sticks out in a visceral
sense - it's all sort of surreal. You feel buzzing and strangeness
within but nothing can be actually tied to a medical term.
Summation: You are not appreciating all that you have nor are
you living life to the full.
Today is just a really miserable monday experience. People talk about
mondays as if they were quoting lines from a bad movie. Mondays
really do rhyme with 'mundane' and I believe the root of that weekday
word was derived from that colourless adjective. We are all abject
failures in one sense or another - never living up to some unattainable
goal inside of our own minds.
I really considered calling in sick today. I really did.
Sometimes the words fall like mud from the trees of our autumned soul,
sliding out of dusty birds nests, long devoid of life and filled with
parasites. Sun blossom photographs trap loneliness, making us crave
that which we miss instead of admiring all that we've experienced.
This pixellated view only makes us crave the whole picture.
