The December 24

Many December 24 will come and go, but one will never pass without me remembering that particular one and my feelings of frustration, fear, loneliness, and the warmth and tenderness of the alcohol that somehow will make it all bearable. OB LA DI OB LA DA, Life goes on.

It goes on. It goes on, but in a way the steps are staggering, losing its control but never will it fall. Some unknown faith will keep it moving on the crowded highway without proper navigation. But how will life ever know what's keeping it from falling on the road causing the ultimate destiny to run all over you and call it the end. The motionless night, that's deep in my sight, my ship is 1000s of miles left from the point, now can't make it right. That point can still be seen from here, clearly, much detailed that it becomes a confusion at times, and tries to fade into oblivion, but never does. I wish it never does. It will never do.


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