-vertigo-
pardon the incoherence, excuse these careless ,inadequate words.
afterall , how can the inanimate letters of the keyboard ever narrate vividly, the thoughts and struggles of a being encased in a physical body as such.
i woke up to a dream- a dream, with voices and shadows that are no more foreign than strangers of days of old. the birthday's round the corner, and it then dawned upon me, how long it has really been. the mercurial wings of time ,will it ever not exorcise the demons and shadows of yesteryears.
i hate feeling this benumbed on such a cold morning.
premenstrual syndromes, pre birthday blues, what nots.
it shant kill the day at the beach with my sparrrrtannnss!! wooh!

mental note to self: today :-draw up a wishlist for the matriach.