Posted by Sirin on Aug 28, 2010 in
Thoughts I’m craving a conversation, but every time one comes along, I fail to see it for what it is and stutters it away. It’s only a moment later that I realize what I’ve missed and I get punished by sleepless nights, thinking of what I should’ve said. And I feel like an utter idiot.
Whether this is about me or not, I have no way of knowing. It certainly isn’t me every day, but quite possibly some days.
Tags: conversation, idiot
Posted by Sirin on May 24, 2010 in
Daily challenges,
The Feeling 
Some days I’m just above everyone and everything. All humans with petty conversation and buses that never arrive on time. I’m above working and singing and conversing because nothing of it is important enough. What is important to remember on such days is to bring a shovel. When your superiority completely takes over do this: dig a hole, jump in it and pound the walls for a couple of hours.
The next day I usually go around in euphoria, just being happy for being alive. Which can be nice in it’s own little way.
Tags: conversation, hole, importance, pounding, superior