Lukewarm Retrospect
Amiably shunned
Ah, the rain falls once again, and the evening blows a cool breeze through the windows, the symphony of crickets and rain water ensues, a delightful tone that I always look forward to hearing, and the thoughts that swell with each passing moment, the thought of the past, present, and the future, the curse of a worrywart or someone who simply has too much idle time on his hands, whichever, its always about you.
Redundant, poignant, and unoriginal, what else is there left to say you ask? Well, id ask you, what else is left to feel? Pain? Sadness? Anger? Wearyness? Exhaustion? Oh what id do to feel the latter and let go of the rest, my mind stirs, and my heart search tirelessly for a miracle, one that may never even come, whats different today? Whats different in this post compared to the other posts? Nothing.
If only the earth swallows on a queue and the sky strikes with a snap, I would have been long gone but im not, what awaits in the future I wonder, more disappointment? Pain? Idleness? Stress? Ill find out soon enough.
