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I have wanted to rant and rave these last few days. Why you might ask. Well thanks to the seizures and medication, I not only feel down but very sore, I have cut the side of my finger on my left hand (sounds stupid) but the cut is very deep, just below the nail, I have figured out (I think) that I done it with the side of a coaster, that you put a cup on. Man is it sore. I feel like shit (sorry) over the last few days between the two (seizure and medication) and this more or less is it. It's just me raving on about things again.
What’s to come? What’s gone? Some good, some bad, some you do not want to mention. Does it matter what you feel, I think it does. Nobody seems to care anymore. No one listens, even when you say “Hello, how are you.” It’s a rat race to see who can do better. When you pass by, looking into the front garden, do you think “that is a nice garden with those flowers and the lawn cut? But the scent from the roses put the finishing touch” or do you think “that is a waste of time”. Looking in the window you see a man sitting down, looking back. You turn to your friend and laugh, and then walk away. On your way back that man is outside in the garden, yet you walk past without a word. He no longer talks; instead he carries on, oblivious to the world. Can you see how lonely he looks, that empty stare. A mobile phone that only rings if something is wrong, or so he thinks, never realising he too has to use it. Do people really care about others any more? Can you hear the quietness, I do. Familiarity breeds contempt or so it’s said, is this the reason I feel the way I do. Children playing football, but never talking. What have I become? What have I done? No feelings left in this body, just an empty shell of a man. It’s nice out, no rain, yet I see black clouds. Tears in my eyes, yet I am unable to cry. That feeling you get in the pit of your stomach, what is it? I have a few questions though, maybe you could answer. Why is everybody in such a hurry that they no longer talk. What is it with children today, there was a time when they would say hello and if you spoke to them and they would answer and be polite. Instead you have no idea what the reply will be. There is plenty more, but the truth is, nobody really cares. Its time for coffee, I think, I would like a cappuccino and a Cigarette. It’s about all this body is able for.
Sorry this is so long. I hope I posted this in the right place, not sure of anything I am doing right now.
What’s to come? What’s gone? Some good, some bad, some you do not want to mention. Does it matter what you feel, I think it does. Nobody seems to care anymore. No one listens, even when you say “Hello, how are you.” It’s a rat race to see who can do better. When you pass by, looking into the front garden, do you think “that is a nice garden with those flowers and the lawn cut? But the scent from the roses put the finishing touch” or do you think “that is a waste of time”. Looking in the window you see a man sitting down, looking back. You turn to your friend and laugh, and then walk away. On your way back that man is outside in the garden, yet you walk past without a word. He no longer talks; instead he carries on, oblivious to the world. Can you see how lonely he looks, that empty stare. A mobile phone that only rings if something is wrong, or so he thinks, never realising he too has to use it. Do people really care about others any more? Can you hear the quietness, I do. Familiarity breeds contempt or so it’s said, is this the reason I feel the way I do. Children playing football, but never talking. What have I become? What have I done? No feelings left in this body, just an empty shell of a man. It’s nice out, no rain, yet I see black clouds. Tears in my eyes, yet I am unable to cry. That feeling you get in the pit of your stomach, what is it? I have a few questions though, maybe you could answer. Why is everybody in such a hurry that they no longer talk. What is it with children today, there was a time when they would say hello and if you spoke to them and they would answer and be polite. Instead you have no idea what the reply will be. There is plenty more, but the truth is, nobody really cares. Its time for coffee, I think, I would like a cappuccino and a Cigarette. It’s about all this body is able for.
Sorry this is so long. I hope I posted this in the right place, not sure of anything I am doing right now.
