Monday = Indolence

My phone alarms every single day at 6 in the cockcrow, my eyes are half open I’m groggy and spurning to move. I reach for the phone to snooze it off. I rest my head on the pillow, close my eyes and as I drift off, unworried and heedless, I slumber the moment away.

I wake up, dazed and strongly expressing refusal to get up. And as I slowly gain lucidity, I reach for my phone to see the time and there dawning upon me is elapsed time – 4 hours have passed since I turned off the alarm. Unwillingly, I get up, sit on the bed while taking a deep breath, I get out of the room, walk languidly to the washroom and appease myself by my morning ritual. I go back to my room, sit on the bed, wishing that Sundays should be extended or to make it more heavenly, the constitution should mandate Mondays to be a nonworking holiday.  This is me on Mondays – physically indolent.

Today, however, is different. Willingly, I woke up on time. It’s a good day so far…

Choking Bile

Just when things are getting better, or so you thought, nefarious, down-at-heel hussies would loom impetuously like an edacious serpent lingering and camouflaging in the treacherous dark, ready to devour its prey in just a single wrong move. You know how it is to live and it is to survive every battle that life throws at you. Voracious Predators are always lurking around for ambuscade, leaving the weakest lifeless or if you are lucky enough, you get to witness a morbidly, terrifying moment of your life and its either you run or you fight. They say that all things come to an end, for a moment you are happy and blissful next thing you know it was all just a glimpse and then you find yourself either running or fighting again.

Even the most priceless of your possession, at one moment you thought you have gotten a tenacious grip of it but in a blink of an eye these loathsome serpents would steal it from you. You do your best to be rational so you can fight hard and set away the sea of emotions that immensely decapitating you because once it get the better of you, you can do nothing but wishful thinking.

I dont know if I make sense…or am I just blabbering. I really need to vent after all. This is like choking an enormous lump of bile…yeah yeah yeah, if assholes have wings everyone is flying. You don’t have to conceal your deranged self in disguise…I’ll get you….I fight…