Silence Speaks

Somehow...

I feel strangely stagnant.

Amidst all changes.

Everyone's moving.
Forward.
Backward.
It doesn't matter.
Not really.

Not when you're moving.

This is supposed to be the frigging highlight of my entire life. The peak of my 85 (if I were to trust the current statistics of woman's shelf life) long years.

What the fuck am I doing at home?

Suddenly hit by all the what-ifs and could-have-beens in my life. That's the thing when you have nothing to occupy your mind. It starts wondering down memory lane. Sad thing is, there seem to be more should-have-beens than awww memories being raked up.

It's been eight frigging weeks.

I NEED EXCITEMENT IN MY LIFE.

I need to start living my life, than reading about life. Damn.

I NEED SOMEONE TO TAKE A CHANCE WITH ME, ON ME.

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posted by wantington-ny @ 12:24 AM