Life is Irrecoverably Wasted ...

Every bed without you in it, is broken.

You cannot share any meaningful interpersonal relationships with anyone if you don’t have faith in anyone anywhere… I am back to scribbling a fragment of my malignant mind. Why malignant? There is a long story behind the formation of this one of a kind piece of human creation. I surely will take time out to narrate the details, if I live to see another day. Idleness is a disease. I am of course infected with it at this very moment. For a couple of months, I did feel it creeping up my nerves, but I ignored. Thinking it to be one of those flu type sicknesses. It turns out now (hope it is not late) that it is cancerous, maybe in its first stage (fingers crossed for now). There are moments where I can’t seem to recall anything but that which should not be recalled… The happy times… and they tell me, ‘don’t!’ That part of my mind has drained charge which once had the bitterness, the hatred, the loathe, the despise, the cannot bear memories, or even the scars left after a scratch. All that s...