Inclined Chronicles of Indulgence

http://wallpaperswide.com/ Being home alone is an unique experience. The mind keeps exploring the nooks it hasn't travelled yet. I realised today how sincerely I love this particular man. He's otherwise a very efficient man, and managed to handle life with all rush and no rest. On the contrary, I am a drama queen. I live a life I imagine in my head, choose the least resistant path to achieve. Whereas he's a hardworking, patient, reasonable man, I am a lazy lass. Today when he seemed so worried and unsettled and yet managed to be with me and care for my heart condition (caused by realising the truth) I understood how much I love him. I realised that I can keep aside my drama and fictional conditions for sometime and be his support. He needs my strength and attention to organise the mess. He needs me to solve the questions. I realised how much I matter to him, for he needs the immediate success mostly to be able to keep me next to him, given I have ruled out t

And the last one was a war lost. The memory of it triggers up in every battle and takes me back to the ridiculously naive stupid I was. It just deprives me of any blood in my tissue to feel I am alive. Being trapped is a painful torture that just can't be explained. No amount of books, no numbers if friends, no visit of places heals the wound. It is just so fresh; fresh like a slaughtered pig's torso. My own bed rejects my sleep. The air in me rejects admittance of oxygen in me. I was never aware I will so sick while I was sick. The fever was months ago, but the pipe nd jammed and there's poop everywhere. Only in the virtual reality I feel like a ballet dancer, like an ice skater, like an ocean surfer. I want to go to places, meet people, see the operas, fall from height, fly up in a parachute. I want to be run into his arms, and be lifted up and lowed down to be kissed as passionately as the only kiss of the life. I want to watch a flick of birds take golf the ground