When you wish nothing but a plateau. When you wish nothing but non-noise. When you wish nothing but to do just correct. When you wish nothing more but it turn out to be that everything you get is vice-versa. You went collapse. You know exactly it’s all wrong.
-It was rain, and here I am sitting under a piece of roof hoping for a slight shelter. Musicians use rain as simile to gloomy days, but when the rain dance like world is pastel coloured, I’m not sure if Schubert choose the right metaphor.
It always like this. When nothing happens, nothing really don’t happen. Everything work smoothly, starting from the first rose-pink light of dawn that touch the earth till sun hides behind those moons and dusk appear. But,once everything rocking, it can never be right. Its like hundred lemons versus you alone. They came crushing like its lemon tantrum’s day. Because they were so many of them at one time, they become impossible to handle. I fall of the cliff whilst praying hard I won’t break into pieces when I hit the ground.
I’m trying to pull myself together and by far the rate of recovery is only 19.77%. Its still far from steady state though, because problems when unite,the stress remote increase but mind will try to restrain and convalescence develop step-by-step. I tell myself “others are facing problems too, thus what makes you think world should revolve just around you?”. One thing that kept me going: one day all this will be gone.
-I stood in front of the mirror but what I see is a reflection of a soaked puppy with wet eyes. Perhaps, Schubert wasn’t wrong after all.
