As I play my fingers on the laptop’s keyboard, my body is screaming at me “hey, I’m freakin’ exhausted.” But my mind seems to be somewhere else and wouldn’t just want to give in to visiting Morpheus’ lair.
There are gazillion things running inside my head now —from specific concerns like my chronic allergies to what will happen in my life, say 10 years from now? Yes yes, I’m overly thinking. But I can’t help it.
I do not have answers, only questions. And one question just leads to another question, or maybe two. No, make that three. See?
And for now, I am only armed with words. What’s the song that goes ‘and words are all I have (to take your heart away)?’ Well, that’s the best thing to describe my state now. Words are all I have. But I don’t plan to take any one’s heart away.
I think I know what I want. But I have yet to survive. Oh, and I have to wait. WAIT. And that’s what I’m going to do.
And while I am waiting, I’ll make sure I will fight and pray. 🙂
(I am pretty sure this post is incoherent, random, has dangling modifiers and I’m sure Strunk and White will stab me with a pen upon reading this, but please forgive me. I am high on antihistamine, and my brain feels like it has a Pentium 1 processor.)
And tomorrow, this is what I wanna do:
“Today I don’t feel like doing anything.I just wanna lay in my bed.Don’t feel like picking up my phone, so leave the message at the tone.” –The Lazy Song