Yet no new mails. The day has already kicked off in a bad note and a vindictive one. Making this day a fair one seems to be way out of question. However there’s still an opportunity of trying to make the best out of the worst.
I decided to take the longest route to my workplace in order to get rid of the monotonous home to work and vice versa routine and to avoid the nostalgia which I feel while riding along the river of Tinkune, though it has got nothing to do with the person who is always in my mind. I reached to the place where I usually maneuvered and I thought I would not turn right, but the clouds of dust on the other side left me no choice other than to take the usual route. Anyway I headed to my old route.
Next, I decided to slip into one of the gullies where I had never been to. I badly wanted to lose myself in the city of concrete. At some corners, I felt I was completely lost, but one way or the other, the paths would take me to the place where I was destined to. Soon after some nuisance left and right turns, wondering, confused, bewildered, startled I stumbled against the very old and usual black topped road. Damn! I was supposed to lose myself in the maize but sadly did not happen.
Humming songs while riding is my habit and this morning,
“Hey Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know
hey hey hey”
was playing loudly through my speakers made of teeth, tongue and throat. Right now in my office, I am listening to Rob Zombie to refresh my mind.
Every day has its dawn and so does the night. Probably, the evening would be something to cheer about which I am looking forward to with a very, yes a very high expectation. If not, I can only imagine myself staring at the sight right in front of my eyes while my mind keeps itself busy with disgusting and suicidal thoughts. “A morbid start and a sinister endeavor”
I decided to take the longest route to my workplace in order to get rid of the monotonous home to work and vice versa routine and to avoid the nostalgia which I feel while riding along the river of Tinkune, though it has got nothing to do with the person who is always in my mind. I reached to the place where I usually maneuvered and I thought I would not turn right, but the clouds of dust on the other side left me no choice other than to take the usual route. Anyway I headed to my old route.
Next, I decided to slip into one of the gullies where I had never been to. I badly wanted to lose myself in the city of concrete. At some corners, I felt I was completely lost, but one way or the other, the paths would take me to the place where I was destined to. Soon after some nuisance left and right turns, wondering, confused, bewildered, startled I stumbled against the very old and usual black topped road. Damn! I was supposed to lose myself in the maize but sadly did not happen.
Humming songs while riding is my habit and this morning,
“Hey Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know
hey hey hey”
was playing loudly through my speakers made of teeth, tongue and throat. Right now in my office, I am listening to Rob Zombie to refresh my mind.
Every day has its dawn and so does the night. Probably, the evening would be something to cheer about which I am looking forward to with a very, yes a very high expectation. If not, I can only imagine myself staring at the sight right in front of my eyes while my mind keeps itself busy with disgusting and suicidal thoughts. “A morbid start and a sinister endeavor”
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