BAD DAY

I feel dismayed by the events of the day, I'm depressed. I hate this feeling, like everything is wrong, and will always be wrong forever. I'm gonna read some poetry, that's gonna make me feel better. Times like these, I need a strong dose of Whitman....

It's been ages since I've sent anything out. I feel so out of touch with the literacy scene, because i've been preoccupied with the stuff I've got going in my life, plus I haven't had the urge to write. To put it more clearly, I have writer's block. boo.

It feels good, it feels good to write....here on my blog. A chunk of infinite white space that belongs entirely to me, to be filled with my thoughts, craziness, hidden SOS messages (that i routinely write to myself), and of course my unspoken prayers.

Our words are all riddled with unspoken prayers, how ever random it may seem, sometimes we just say things out of the blue that reveal the true meaning of our hearts, like a letter written in acrostics adressed to God.

Anyway, let us move on. i'm not through ranting. This is another invisible feature of the blog, that I find irresistibly appealing. The ranting feature: just push a button and talk and talk until the cows come home. Nobody complains, nobody gives you those ugly looks that spell: dejavu badtrip...here we go again.

I hate bad days that linger. I pity people like myself who worry about every little thing that they've done wrong. This is why I avoid people sometimes, I'm bothered by the proximity of contact. I try to imagine what it would be like to live in an island all by myself. I don't think I will survive, I'd get too lonely and start befriending the coconuts who have fallen off the coconut trees. Problem is coconuts don't talk back....I"ve never met a single friendly coconut who has communicated with me. Try as I might, to get them to talk, and crack their secret, hidden, coconut language... I've even tried to tingle their shiny, green wooden head. it's no use, I'm alone in my deserted island.