I am in such a lassitude that I can hardly incorporate into living. I thought of not living today and I chose to remain silent; I'm annoyed of all things and subjects surrounding me. I'm under the shadow of somber thoughts; at least is one of my justifications of not wanting to see what’s around me. Why did I wake up in the first place? Days like this are incorrigible; time is insufficient when I wish not to think and see or feel nothing; I prefer to sleep until better eyes see.
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