Table For One
September 23, 2011
So here I am, alone again, sad again, whining again.
Why is it that I seem to neglect writing when all is well and write the most when things go awry?
Right now I feel the need to write cause in the past couple of days I have been experiencing incessant surges of sadness, the source of which I cannot seem to put my finger on.
So here I am on a lovely Friday afternoon, sitting at a coffee shop tapping on my brand new iPad 2, puffing on a cigarette and sipping some coffee. From afar all is well, and this sort of life, for the regular person, may seem enviable.
I get up when I want, sleep when I want, schedule my meetings and my work as is convenient for me, and I have the luxury of sitting here while other people toil with work and life.
No one will know.
No one can know.
No one will see.
No one can know.
No one will bother to know, see or understand the sort of trouble I have to go through.
