It rains these days, and how appropriate is the rain. As if my own sadness isn’t enough, the skies begin to frown too… the mornings are cold. Frigid. Like me. Like you.
Is this what our lives have been reduced too? A series of such unfortunate coincidences, a series of blunders, of mistakes? Regrettable decisions are what have brought me where I am today. Bad decisions, bad wantings, bad imaginings, bad desires, bad demands…
I don’t even know whose life I live anymore.. mine or someone else’s, someone who used to belong to you?