And I Proclaim Today is Random Day
I am sitting here by my window, watching and waiting for the rains. It's weird this time of the year around these parts cos it rains and then shines the next minute. It is as if the sun couldnt make up its mind whether to come out or stay hidden. It's only 7pm and usually it is still quite light, but as I peer through the window now, I see that everything's turned sepia. Yes. It's not dark; there is still a lot of light coming through though the dark clouds are really coming in now. But the sepia makes everything seem unreal. I peered out just now, and was struck by how unreal and different everything looks. I wanted to take a picture, but I realised that I could maybe take a nice picture but I'll never be able to capture the way I feel at this point of time.
Things seem to become more depressing somehow. Everything seems to press down a little harder on my chest as I inhale the evening air. It hasn't been a good day today. I havent progressed much in my writing and everything is in a mess.
I just realised that in the spirit of being random, I have just talked about the weather, or rather, the way it makes me feel. I am going to make a hot cup of tea with lemon and a little honey, sit by my window and maybe smoke a cigarette. I can only hope that things will look up soon.
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