Step Into My Shoes..

I have 283 friends in facebook. Regardless of what friend is defined as in many dictionaries, I have all sorts of "friends" that there can be.  One is that posts about every single thing that has happened in his life. You can literally feel the burden of the knowledge of this person's life on your shoulders. Another is full of philosophy, she oozes life and vibrancy into your life through her posts. There is one that changes his profile picture so often, I just have to stop liking them in hopes that'll discourage him (but no, it doesn't). One travels so often and so far out, and posts all the wonderful pictures you can't help feel a teeny-weeny bit jealous for her. One brags all too much about the baby she just had had; although I can understand the motherly pride she must be having (and may be I will turn into one in the near future), post something yourself too, lady. Another is all about football; he posts and shares anything and everything that ...

A rather heavy heart weighs me down today. When will I lift me up, tomorrow, next week, next month, never, who can say. Painfully alone in the middle of a crowd. Do I want to keep mum or do I want to scream my head out. Should I burn myself out and rise like a phoenix, or should I stay numb and watch the clock as it ticks. I always knew that life could be crazy funny, but I never really guessed that the joke could've been on me. Heartbreak can really make a nobody into a poet. Look at all the insane lines I wrote.

*With Arms wide Open* Those who frequent my blog (which I'm sure there are few) will know that I keep this section where I write what I am doing at the moment. Even those who do visit the page do not notice it . Anyways, in that section, I was supposed to write where I work, or what project I am involved in und so weiter , but being a foolhardy reader than I am, I have chosen to write what I am "reading" at the moment. And right now, it says, Reading "Perfect Match" by Jodi Picoult, "To Kill a Mockingbird" by Harper Lee, AND "The Time Traveller's Wife" by Audrey Niffenegger. Of course, t his is not to prove that I read a lot, but I just like to keep track. Coming to the point, it's been a while since I started reading the ones by Jodi Picoult and Audrey Niffenegger. It was already beyond my capability to be reading more than one book at a time that I added one more. I used to envy those who have read so much and can read ...