The Perfection We Seek

There is perfect silence.
The mind wanders,
Looking for a distraction from the storm within.

The clock ticks away.
The faint sound of one's breath,
Even silence isn't perfect.

A revving engine far away
Only barely discernible,
Drawing the gaze to the window

Warm sunlight washes the face.
The leaves are rustling
Silently.
There is a breeze outside,
And the sun.

The eyes blink and turn away.
And just like always
Everything is still.

So Messed up!

I normally write when I have something going on in my head.
Today I have a lot going on in my head. But it's like a huge pile of mess. Detangling thoughts out of it would be like pulling threads out of a cargo container full of shredded, discarded shirts.
I don't know what to write now. Every time I type a sentence, the thread gets tangled and I can't finish the thought. So you're stuck reading the ramblings of a very messed up mind at work. I apologise in case I continue to babble much longer.

Nope, cannot babble on too much. Having trouble finishing my own sentences. How do people finish each other's? I wish I could dump this whole pile of crap on someone else to sort through. That would be a very convenient solution indeed. But until I can, this bundle of crazy will not let me sleep without nightmares where I am an undercover agent solving murders committed by serial killers. I am feeling more and more convinced I need a shrink more than this blog.

A reality check for anyone who considers me sane.

How the hell to deal with good news

So it's a well established fact that I'm a bit of a sucker when it comes to sentiments. I am not exactly sure if I'm more expressive or if I really am more sentimental than the average person. Everytime someone close to me has some good news, I want to celebrate, but when it's someone I really love it makes me want to cry. Today a very dear friend of mine had some amazing news for us and all the technology in the world couldn't convey what a hug and a teary-eyed smile can.

Technology has brought us so close together, yet taken us so far apart. I hope there really is some god or force or something out there, connecting us altogether, helping us where technology fails us. Sending warm hugs to our friends when we're so happy for them we cry out of sheer joy.