Morning Shell
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You wake up in the morning from a bizarre dream you don’t remember…
You realise you’ve rolled over to the other side…
There’s no one there…
That gnawing pain…
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Letting you rant and not being able to explain.
Being called ‘ungrateful’.
Wishing for the first conscious time yesterday could start over.
Waking up in the morning and not knowing if there’s anything left to look forward to.
Spunkymonkee IS grateful for you…
A day off in the rain.
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I’m having fun sitting alone at home. My new temporary home.. I don’t have the TV on cos it’s just noise… and yeah local TV’s crap and we don’t got cable, dudes.
That darned aircon is still tripping. One more week and we’ll be outta here, into the next unit and into maybe a whole new set of problems. Who knows?
I just have to wait till we move to find out. I’ve been there, looked at the room.. stood in the room.. I still can’t imagine how it’s gonna look like in the end. I need some help..
Black-out curtains.. oh yeah I need some of those. The tiny balcony outside my window faces the pool, how scenic.. yet the sun will come pouring in when I am trying to catch some zzz.
I’ve often wondered why that sun-shining-into-your-bedroom always looks nice in the movies and doesn’t quite have the same effect in real life..
Oh when oh when will the sky stop spitting? I do love the rain, I just want to do my laundry. Our laundry room is tiiiiiny. Not much place to hang indoors..
Perhaps I should stop telling people that it always rains when I am sad. This freak weather might give people the impression I am a manic depressive.
I am not. I get upset, just like anyone, I do get depressed with my financial status, my work status and that other ’status’ once in a while. I jump right back and try to do something about it, the bruises come from taking the wrong turn sometimes.. but I sure am going to die trying.
I do indulge in a fair bit of melancholy though.. I find it .. romantic, so to speak. I do that because I write songs. Well, I try to write songs. Pensive. Wistful. Ahhhh…..
Well we all die one day eventually,might as well make our lives as earnest and as meaningful as possible.
Spunkymonkee is grateful for tears. Without it we wouldn’t know what to do.
Newfound Jealousy
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You’re my newfound jealousy with your smiling eyes.
Where do I go to show you my love?
Away
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I wish it was cold here just like where you are…..
But it just got cold cos you’re not here….
Steps to the Next Storey in Life
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You want to be there for everybody but there is only ONE you.
You try to make sense of it all but it all seems to make you the fool for being .. perhaps naive?
Or maybe you think everybody is what they seem to be.
Kinda like most of the folks who are now your really close friends, especially those you couldn’t stand when you first met. One day, just one day after a conversation and/or copious amounts of alcohol… you realise this person isn’t so bad afterall!
We could share similiar views on certain topics that we are both passionate about, we share the same beliefs on certain things. Hell, we even believe in the same rules in life.
But everybody has a different set of rules. One man’s meat is another vegetarian’s poison.
There IS no right or wrong. You do something and make sure nobody gets hurt before finding more than two reasons to justify your action. I don’t really see anything wrong in that.
But how do you know when somebody hurts?
Why does a troubled heart attract you so? You want to mend it for them, whatever it takes. You feel responsible for granting them a little glimpse of happiness in things they’ve neglected to be grateful for.
Little things.
Love isn’t just about your soulmate. Love is about being able to survive in this world by being somewhat in sync with something… anything. You find something to be passionate about. You find something to believe in. You find something that makes you smile.
All baby animals are cute. Human ones too.
Breaking into a wide grin, because you remember something/somewhere/someone fanstastic. Or you could just break into a grin for the hell of it. It works wonder to keep you young, try it!
Jumping up and down like a child on a bed , especially those in a hotel room. Make that the first thing you do the next time you book one.
Perhaps one day you meet someone who is just as passionate, believable and … makes you smile.
Spunkymonkee is grateful for vodka, it is a pretty decent replacement for beer.
