December 2010
3 posts
Contemplation - This is all for the best
Over the last few days, his statuses have been “she” this and “she” that. He is wanting my attention. He gets it as well, but not once have I mentioned his name (I don’t think) in a self pitiful status. I mention how I feel, or I write an impromptu poem, but I never mention his name.
I see people he hardly knows himself, attempting to console him, but with him it is...
Limbo
A week passed already, a week of contemplation. A week of telling people what happened. Realising that my grief has turned to anger has startled me. But it’s the healing process after all. I was kidding myself thinking I was happy, after going through numerous photos going back to 2007 that I’d taken after a verbal argument. I don’t remember the argument, I just remember how I was hurting in...
Depression
For a while now, nothing seems to make me happy anymore. I feel there is a block. I cannot go any further on this journey unless I find, and accomplish my purpose. There’s more to life than lust. More than love. Survival, companionship. What if, after many years of denial or pity, a realisation emerges that the object of your affection just doesn’t fit you anymore. The arguments are futile. I...