WHEN THE WORLD HAS BROKEN ME DOWN, YOUR LOVE SETS ME FREE.
"I hate Monday first period lectures."
"I hate Monday in general."
And for that matter: Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, (but I dare not) Sunday... P'haps I just loathe existence in general.
It was halfway through, that something just 'switched on'. Vehement deluge of emotions - I cannot tell if it was something good or bad. I just felt pent up with anger. I was ready to get up and go. I was feeling slightly more agitated than usual. I was doing it my way. I was taking control. I don't give a shit what you thought it to be, but in my eyes I haven't had a better one. I put my life on the line, then and there, surprisingly for a collective 'you' I never fathomed so significant. I had my say. I teared over prayer. I wasn't myself.
What a day. Though for some parts there were mini crests, it was greeted mainly with troughs. But okay I know not what I'm saying anymore, because this doesn't make sense. Every crest is accompanied by a trough. It goes on in endless sequence. Like pools and riffles, like the sine curve or the cosine curve, like a poem with alternate rhyme. It all tends to an inexorable nature. (So what talk you about being in a position to "control"?)
And now I meant to picspam about That Happy Day but I reckon at this point of time joy must give way to sorrow. Maybe tomorrow.