The edge of time

He lay next to her pillow. The glint of his smile calmed her anxiety. As the darkness descended, he assured her the end would be peaceful. She finally let him kiss her wrist. The warmth filled her trembling body. She knew the others won’t understand. The bloody razor next to her would forever define her...

Stuck on you

Just another day waiting for you to wake up
Ready to slowly scrape a few more seconds of your life
When you don't feel like waking up anymore
When going through the motions is not worth it anymore

Being a vegetable seems like a better proposition
The perishability at least guarantees an escape
The ability to think is becoming a liability
You wish you were not able to comprehend your ineptness

The futility of your life keeps growing on you
Like a tumor that can't be removed, like a mole slowly piercing your soul
The need to live and the futility of growth
It is just stuck on you...

Bah!

For some reason the instant gratification of Facebook and Twitter status messages have made blogging seem like a chore... Haven't spent any effort in developing an idea for quite some time...as soon as it pops in my head I shout it out at the world as a status message, whether they are interested in it or not...

Going forward I'll post at least once every week... Please do stop by...

Quoting Floyd - Is there anybody out there? ;)