the haunting ghost of nothing
Dear Sugarplum Fairy,
It’s been a wet few weeks and oh i love the rain. Off the sub this morning, i met with the crying sky that bathed the city in the softest blue, the ground glistening like it was littered with glitters. I wished for a pretty morning and was not disappointed today.
And these days my mind is clotted and i have been unhappy brooding over a cobweb of scattered nothing. In an anomalous twist of events, there is spinning confusion and i am feeling sick to my stomach. The problem is, the problem in itself. I should best perhaps explain. But first a question. With so many choices that the modern orbiting world churns and still at it, i continue to wonder what good it brings. Today’s people appear more flustered than ever. Is there destiny with this luxury of choice? I could’ve drowned myself silly in this locomotive of nonsense. What are these thoughts for anyway? I am struggling to survive these brutally killing riddles, one irrelevant to the next, that needn’t even be answered to begin with. But what an idiot i am to be indenial. Thus, the consequences as such. In emptiness comes the uninvited company of madness.
I have been tailing my mind for it is not in harmony with my heart, what more my soul. Perhaps, some help. They say those drugs won’t do. Where is the key, what is the hinderence, who is the keeper? And what, oh just what is the problem? Close to nothing. So what is an answer to.. nothing? And how do you escape NOTHING?
