Lazy from C-Z

The world is callous and unkind; tt could benefit massively from a cosmic factory settings reset, and yet somehow somewhere somewhen I feel like the same wave that has been undulating all throughout my life remains unfazed by the goings on around us, somehow unperturbed by petty human endeavours, and now I wallow in self-pity once more knowing that nothing ever changes. Absolutely nothing at all.

And then there was music in her shoes. She galloped, she glided, she soared. Upwards ever higher. Lost sight of her in the midst of all the commotion. People surrounded us from all angles watching as the tiny woman sky slowly blurred itself from our visions. The sky was indeed the limit. She was not coming back. None of us could have anticipated how impactful this moment would be for the rest of our miserable lives. It was hard to fathom that someone else's success truly did have some kind of personal repercussion amongst individuals including myself. Never would I have ever imagined a selfish man like me could ever propel my thoughts into such greater heights as hers did, but here I am, burning with a passion of a million exploding suns.

Everything was subtly tense that day, but the air did not betray any sort of omission. Kind of just got carried away by the feeling that somehow it could or could not be. Some of the boys from the day before had granted me a reaffirming copacetism that neither of those that surrounded me provided. so I suppose being thrown off a bus was an understandable and kinder gesture than what I would have hoped. There I was doing the menial things in the hours prior to thinking about being productive, knowing that I was being blamed for any lack of things thereof. Must have swollen that mentally paraplegic woman in bed with laughter once the news broke. Sitting down with a clown and and an assclown, I was presented with my keen reward. I suppose a warm thanks is in order. For all the joys and the pains, the only thing that bothers me most is how quickly I remedy this. Not long after the busybody at home sniffs the dilemma, got me tongue-tied with nothing positive to share, and hoping for the bes...

While the whole ordeal of the wintry escapades in Ukraine finally unfolded, it is best to reflect upon it with a rather observe outlook in counterpart to its climate, which is that my feelings visiting the country, in all its current limitations, have been warm and hospitable, not unlike the expectations that brewed in my mind prior to. It has given me a whole new perspective about Ani, her personality, struggle, humanity. Sort of like stepping into a flurry of faux pas, the kind of which humbles many a man of reasonable sort.

The wilding breeze of white trickled slowly down as we arrived in Slovakia, sanity notwithstanding. The brush of morrow now remains a mystery now wondering if this was even the right idea in the first place. When the first sign of the other acting as though your person is chopped liver hitherto points towards the banality of the significance of the otherness, as though love and faith robs us blind of frustrations and disrespect. First of all, Košice reminds me a lot of secondhand sofa. It was our first stop from London towards Ukraine, in order to soldier the wilding winter white, and for Ani to come to terms with her homesickness, as if I deprive the woman of any capacity to return. My energy is depleted right now as I come to terms that this could be it . Secondly, that first facial whiff of Ukraine inside that cavernous bus ride felt ominous to a higher calling, regardless of the random company that accompanies the commute. The skylight was gone right as we were about to enter, ...