In the cold light of morning

My mp3 player chose to play that song at around 7.20 today as I was walking toward the office building where another 10 never to be repeated again hours of my life would disappear digested in the always hungry belly of time. It was morning, it most surely was cold and with the street lights reflecting in the gigantic mirrors of the office windows and the melancholic sound in my ears reality twisted into a surreal haze.

I love mornings

In the undisturbed stillness and the obscuring darkness of the early hours I find myself caught up in the blissful delusion that everything is possible and I feel like a child on Christmas Eve with the scent of a miracle about the happen tickling my nostrils. Daydreaming at its best.

That too shall pass...I guess

I keep forgetting that people I work with are not my friends but just random strangers. Stupid me. Naïve me. Though people are not to blame if they turn out to be not whom I took them for I can’t help feeling hurt.

The girl in question sits opposite me and right now I hate to be in one room with her let alone to endure the sight of her treacherous face for another 4 heavy hours.

True or false?

People are weak by nature and for that I should sympathize them rather than to get mad at them (which by itself speaks of weakness). If I want them to accept me as I am then it is fair to return the favour.  

Love that video

And, yes-it's payback time.

Overrun

I’m a Jack Russell terrier today-frisky and brimming with energy; as if I am to be at gig tonight. Only I’m not. Still it feels great-the perfect Friday mood. I know that tomorrow I’m going to pay dearly for today’s waste of enthusiasm when I receive the balancing charge-what comes up must come down. The view from up here looks bright enough to blind me with sweet oblivion.