Coven Of My Darkest Secrets

Are you not the ONE? Vaguely in my DREAMS FRAY away not from me In your PRESENCE, my REFUGE, I seek my SOLACE My ESCAPISM from this futile, jaded BEING Of endless SORROW and fested with FALLACIES Encased in a SNOWGLOBE Imbued with LONGING Upon the RETURN Of your second COMING

On A Quiet Wednesday Morning

It is exactly 0122hrs, on a quiet Wednesday morning. Surprisingly, I am not yet zonked out on my big, cosy bed. Was just trying to finish up some work. I did though 80% of the time was spent on chatting on the skype...wahahaha...that's what I called: MULTI-TASKING.

Something has been bothering me recently, a tacky situation which I have yet to come to a resolution. My days had been pretty tiring, shuttling between places. Am tired physically, and totally drained out mentally and emotionally.

To be continued....

My eyelids are too heavy....the monitor is blurred...time to rest for the day...