Moody Monday…
Fourth change of long paragraphs. Yes, I cannot make up my mind. It’s past 2am and I just resigned my thoughts on something that has been bugging me the entire weekend.
‘Not what you want?’ someone chatted me on line. May be that’s why I’m bothered about it. It’s weird though. It’s laid down for me again, its up to me if I want to put my finger on it. But why would it be laid down before me in the first place. ‘I believe that there’s a reason for everything,’ the person on the other line chatted back.
I could feel the gray overcast heading my way. A big ‘NO,’ I flashed it on my forehead. Yes. I know I am always right when it comes to dismantling the future circumstances. When it’s bothersome then it’s not good for you. Please just let me be cuz I know that I wouldn’t be able to refuse.
‘Trust no one,’ I heard Glen Close on TV, ‘Damages’ was on. There you go, answers just keeps showing it self.
I hate the dreary rain, sends me bouts of longing. It blurs my thinking brain. I keep nudging my work aside and staring blankly at the monitor again. Shit, my time will be so cramped up this week. O well, at least this will keep me intact.
Tact, yes keep your tact. ‘Keep it this way ok?’ a friend tapped me last week about what worries me. I know I should. I know, let it bounce…