Say what
It is 3pm on a Saturday afternoon. I am fatigued… but happy since it’s my first Saturday off… I have quit my last job, jobless. Oh how “vacation-ny” it feels.
Getting emotional, I refuse to add a category marked as ‘Emo’ under my categories. For adding one means I have the option of filling posts as emo, and I despise the term, for misery is a state you choose to, when you can be happy. It’s been more then a week…
I am cautious of treading in these murky waters- you could get drowned in the infinite pool of unhappiness, I almost did.
And the quiet drizzle outside conveys my hidden emotions, I cannot cry anymore because my tears have stopped. I do not lose appetite anymore, because my hunger has resumed. I do not despair… but somehow there is a tear.
3 pm melancholy… but as the hour goes by, so must I move on, the upset remains, but swept under the flurry of remains.
Mommy showed me my phone bill… a whimsical smile at the oversees call charges. Global, like how you are to me now.
I hope one day it’s like back not too long ago again.
