Chugged one whole can of Shandy in exchange for dinner; I thought it'll give me a hypervilant kick but turned out; I downed myself with a can of empty calories instead.
As my writting were taken personally, the results indeed were disastrous. The problem lies within the fact that my writings were only a fragment of the whole picture. The exact picture was not being drawn and conclusions were made likened to the story of three blind men touching an elephant; one claimed the elephant's like a coconut tree, the other a rope, the other only God-knows-what-he-meant.
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I have no anger, just resignation. Resignation which was closely followed by a string of sadness and avalanche of sorrow and forlorn.
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