When did life ever come out as a fair game?
When did life ever show it is just?
Does poetic justice exist only in books and films? Or is it just a creation of a hopeful mind?
A million thoughts cross my messed up head as soft guitar chords are heard setting up a painful tune. I just realize the sound comes from my Laptop's super advanced Altec Lansing speakers and I realize that I am being drawn away by my own thoughts. I find it difficult to focus on the tangible items lying in front of me. I find it difficult to orient myself t time and space despite a mug of strong black coffee.
Perceptual splitting and eventual schizophrenia?
Naaah.....My mind is used to making diagnosis and trying to prevent the occurences before treatment is left as the only option.
More thoughts......Not one of them is positive.
Only my heart and my God know how I have managed work and studies for such a long time. But the speech of God is not audible and to my heart, no one listens---not even me! Who's to give the testimony?
Wow! My sense of humor may not be good, but my sense of sarcasm is improving incredibly!
Now was that a display of sarcasm??????!
The mug of coffee is still lying here, untouched and I am staring at the laptop screen without a single expression on my face. I could've been dead!
I need to get up and force myself to get oriented to the real world. I need to shake myself of the emotional unreality and put my legs into the freezing waters of the Arctic reality.
More thoughts, I'll meet you in the shower. That's how I take 30 minutes to complete my bath! Ohhhhh the world here in my head gives me so much more pleasure than the real world. I don't mind splitting my brain in a million pieces. I'll take the responsibility to hold those pieces together.
