Sunday, December 9, 2012

Doom's Day Diary - Day 9

The first thing you lay your eyes in the morning will set your mood, too.

I miss us. This is an undeniable fact.

Always will.

Talking about magic moments.

Reading through several books.

Nothing gripping.

Music and a rediscovered pleasure even if for a short time.

A steady nausea feeling, as I worry.

Only this time, I refuse the empathy wave, as I am not strong enough.

More insight about the grieving mistress. Images that would make a movie a hit.

The story of the mice hidden in the shoes.

The never-ending snow outside.

Looking for the inner light, but failing. Too many dark blankets cover it.

Tired of fighting and thinking objectively.


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