Come out, come out, wherever you are!

I am sick. That basically describes today. As soon as I was awake and conscious this morning I felt terrible. I sneezed about six times within my first few minutes of the day. Then I started coughing. Coughing and sneezing and feeling generally sick. That is me today.

"I hate papers."

"I have to write two more pages for mine. But I am going to the park soon."

"the park?"

"the park."

"why?"

"to pretend i'm artsy."

a look through a crowded room can't be missed. i wouldn't look away if i didn't feel uneasy. i can't tell the meaning you take from it. but it makes me happy.

will you. will you marry me. spend the rest of your life. your life with me. i couldn't ask. the two of us, me and you, we can't become that, too. that is reserved by someone else and i think about us, me and you, a 'we', in real terms sometimes. more time will past cause i don't know what's going on.

Everything seems disjointed. Thoughts are not concrete. But everything is in line with life moving on.