Life stands still. I know I’m rambling over the blog like a lost soul but I guess if, the loneliness is cut open from me I’d have been an interesting study. Smack down!!! It’s a shit to keep writing about stuff that’s never gonna be dead till I’m buried.
I'm sick of being alone. But, I don’t do anything to change. I’m not sure I’d feel – guilty or pity. But I'd see something like some old lady sitting by herself under the morning rays, her fingers counting the beads while the eyes hollow and dim…and I feel something sad, somebody very much alike to me.
It happened more than once. Once, I talked to one of my friend about the feeling and he reacted strangely calling me a ‘gay’. Eeewww!
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