A kind of hard day
It felt pretty damn weird sitting in Sirkku's house, in that silent room. Me and Saga and the hum of the computer.
Quite honestly, alone in another's house felt like I was breaking an unspoken rule. I felt uneasy at times. I disliked the silent surroundings, the occasional ghastly creeks and other sounds. The house felt like it was dead, a grave with sealed doors where air never changed and atmosphere was a little moist and hot. Her chair was kind of sarcophagus, never changing position to other, merely nudging myself into way or the other. Nevertheless I slept well in her bed.
Saga slept most of the day. Occasionally she went for a snack, played a bit and then she slept some more.
I guess everything felt so empty because I have no real attachment for Sirkku's house. I like to spend time with her at her place, but only if she's there. I guess she feels the same when spending time here. Never alone in somebody's else house, I think. With somebody else in their house, always.
Yesterday offered me some time to think matters at hand. There are matters that I found myself wanting to say and take actions, but I don't know if I want to do that. I'd like to lift cat on the table (pun not intended) and discuss about hard, difficult matters. A combination people tend to avoid while discussing, some go so far to completely ignore the discussion and let other speak their bloody heart out.
Love's a hard thing. While some people think it only worsens or meddles matters, time again and again it has been proven otherwise. The same thing can be said for the counter argument.
But there are people who mean what they say, there are people who mean no harm. There are people who do love when they say they say so.
Often it seems a nice guy gets laughed in his face when being honest.
Quite honestly, alone in another's house felt like I was breaking an unspoken rule. I felt uneasy at times. I disliked the silent surroundings, the occasional ghastly creeks and other sounds. The house felt like it was dead, a grave with sealed doors where air never changed and atmosphere was a little moist and hot. Her chair was kind of sarcophagus, never changing position to other, merely nudging myself into way or the other. Nevertheless I slept well in her bed.
Saga slept most of the day. Occasionally she went for a snack, played a bit and then she slept some more.
I guess everything felt so empty because I have no real attachment for Sirkku's house. I like to spend time with her at her place, but only if she's there. I guess she feels the same when spending time here. Never alone in somebody's else house, I think. With somebody else in their house, always.
Yesterday offered me some time to think matters at hand. There are matters that I found myself wanting to say and take actions, but I don't know if I want to do that. I'd like to lift cat on the table (pun not intended) and discuss about hard, difficult matters. A combination people tend to avoid while discussing, some go so far to completely ignore the discussion and let other speak their bloody heart out.
Love's a hard thing. While some people think it only worsens or meddles matters, time again and again it has been proven otherwise. The same thing can be said for the counter argument.
But there are people who mean what they say, there are people who mean no harm. There are people who do love when they say they say so.
Often it seems a nice guy gets laughed in his face when being honest.