a penny for your thoughts
words float around and around till there is no more place in my headArchive for June 19, 2009
“Maybe every generation thinks the next one is the end of it all.” — Roger Sterling
“I am becoming a vegetable,” he said after 2 minutes of talking about his almost dead father, sick nephew and exams. “I don’t feel anything anymore.”
“That’s because you are becoming stronger,” I really didn’t know how to answer my ex-brother. He just described my emotions, though we hadn’t met for months. And I wasn’t exactly sure how I felt about him.
Are we supposed to feel or is it a luxury nobody can afford anymore?
It was a Sunday morning; rain slowly soaked my clothes and washed away my face. When I started to walk home, bag with CookieCrisps clattered in perfect unisone with the dripping rain.
Just walk away from it.
