The screams of an infant assails my hearing, and though envious, a little bizarre.

At least, at this point in the season, there is an abundance of cheer that seems impossible to withdrawn it all, though it too will come to a depletion. Weather up North is unbearable, freezing, and desolate. Everyone becomes isolated within their homes, glued to their computers and T.V.s and holding their breaths until, Spring once again comes forth. That's about four months from now on, that's eternity. 

Where is the outpouring of all these creative juices that's been building in my pensive and primiparous state? All of these upending, culminating in the apex of my pain, surely out to manifest themselves in one way or another.

All's well, they keep saying. The voices in my head keep getting jumbled up and the sanity seems like a scarce moment between two opposing eternities that seem to take over in a brief glance and lost with it as I board the bus for the torment of daily toils.

The End

Maybe, one day, the time will come where we can plan like regular people, with plans, time table, budget and that it would mostly work out at the end.

Safer

The more I try to catch up, more there seems to be resistance, holding me back in the depths of the abyss, I never truly want to leave anyway. It's safer here. I already know my demons, no need to go in search of more.

Dogum Gunun Kutlu Olsun

S' Dogum gunun kutlu olsun. Nice mutlu yillara, ve sen hep o guzel yurekli, en guzel ruhunla kal.