the word is lousy

it has a been a lousy day,
in its own lousy way.
run away soon.

oh yay, i feel like crap.

you were stolen by the night, by a stranger by my side.
i saw you by and by, seeping through holes in the sky
in the evening i await, for a morning i refuse to wake.
dawn signals the demise of our make-believe lullaby,
for reasons, that you alone decide.

Night of 21/22 Sept

is strange.

i even felt at peace, for once in the longest while.

i'll go sleep over it now.

what's new

A year ago at this time, i wrote the saddest entries in my blog. A year on, today, apparently nothing much has change. i'm just better at reining myself in.

Girls are rubbishy and can never be trusted.

if heaven and hell decide, for the 157th time, that they both are satisfied

Illuminate the no on the vacancy sign.

too many loose-ends lying around that need wrapping up.

Today I bought a sunflower. It may never ever see the sun again.
.it is a confused sunflower.

what is this strange rash like thing on my fingers and toes? it irks me. am i diseased
now i'm so incredibly tired.

if heaven and hell decide

today wasn't so good after all.

wake up

Were i being totally dense tonight?

somehow, something or someone bothers me a great deal.

i suspect that i fear the unknown.

and it seems like i'm world class at screwing things up.