Another...Another man on the road, walking amongst the dead society, trying to serve his own purpose by picking up his own own shredded memories. Another woman selling curry puffs, single handedly made with all her soul, yet sold only at a dollar a piece. Another child making his rounds at the swimming pool, watching silently in his wheelchair. Another grandmother walking up the stairs, a slow crawl to the heaven that will offer her all the solace she will ever need. Another grandfather that sings along to the karoke set, looking with tearing eyes at a photo which he will never throw away. Another child, watching the TV and cheering along with barney, singing "i love you" to nobody but the wind, as the nurse slowly feeds her porridge. Another day passes by this family, and yet another. And another.Forgive me, its late, or rather, damn early, so i tend to crap out alot of shit that doesnt deserve to come out in the first place. Silently, it seems that the morning draws nearer, but it like an eternity before the next sun rises. I listen to Jason Mraz I'm yours, and try to remember the lyrics, and the tone and nuances to the way it is sang, while the dateline draws near. Why am i not doing anything? Do i want to let my group down? Of course not, but somehow, sometimes, when there is so much not going on, and the tiredness sets in, you tend to want to do something else other than work. Sometimes, it seems to be so futile to just think, cause your brain is just mush, and you are burning off adrenaline, and pure effort to keep awake. I have my windsurfing course later. I have my band practise later. And i got less than 1 hour of rest. Congratulations. I think i just killed myself. Another day perhaps, i will revive myself again. Justin ranted at 6:05:00 am on the |