resentment of living in the little things, of being happy in the repercussions of a single manner one does. they are the ones neglected because just as they are the beads of happiness in our every day, they are, constant miniature of what is unrequited.
Friday, January 21, 2011
i wish january is over
I realized that being alone is not a total solitude that I used to believe, it makes it even more tough. I'm a bit preoccupied of not so sensible things lately because that will allow me to divert the painful ones. It helped. But at the end of the day, at a certain moment, it gives you a sudden stab.
I wanna wake up tomorrow thinking January has skipped me.
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