Strange an afternoon of silence, where I can through my window watching the world passing slowly
strange not to think and say that turn was just daydreaming, and smile for the simple fact that it's lazy;
miss a good conversation after dinner, and have the power to speak for hours without yawning or complain if my legs hurt from being left standing many hours or that my head explode just by having the habit of feeling the pounding in my temples;
not remember when was the last time I laughed heartily until stomach pain is unbearable, you have to bend to support the cramp, and a hand wipe your face tears of laughter resulted.
Or staying up until nearly dawn, watching TV or a movie, and me around in bed knowing that tomorrow I'll have time to catch up on sleep.
miss the walk without having to count every step I miss
write what inspires me, what I admire, what I feel.
If ,
is one of those days where the rain does not help with moodiness and tiredness that I have,
one of those days where I have wanted to deny to the bitter coffee and cold in my cup
one of those days where I think I exist, but when I realize it I am a huge complaint, then I'd rather leave me in limbo, doing things out of inertia, angry look in the mirror with that image point the finger and say SILLY ,
Enough!
Am cranky so what!
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