sunday morning

it's been almost a week. i need a fix. a fix of words that speak volumes when all i could hear in the room was silence. and the rustling leaves. i could always count on them.

a sumptuous bowl of chicken noodle soup at just the right temperature, with lightly toasted croutons half submerged like rafts lost at sea - that's the flavors of soul. memories of freezing winter nights and a warm and fuzzy feeling deep inside.

week in, week out. looking at the world from inside the glass prison. never seeing that last drop of whatever poison that runs coarsely through my veins, yet knowing that the bottles kept emptying. the sorrows, momentarily drowned. and happiness prevails. unadulterated albeit short lived happiness. and then the cycle restarts itself as is with life.

how are you all feeling today? i half-heartedly wanted to know. and then i looked at the clock, and decided that it's best to stash that thought at the back of my mind, until i really mean it in the sincerest of ways.

green green red green green green orange. orange... should i start a conversation? i wouldn't know what to say. one-line conversation killers are my specialty. i can't do small talk. i do heart to heart.

i think it's gone now. the urge for that fix. and i should probably get back to work. hit play and wait for it... there.


+listening to: i'll back you up by dave matthews and tim reynolds