I woke up in the middle of the night consumed by the cold, a growling stomach and thoughts of someone. As we speak I am aching for human warmth. I am also experiencing a debilitating sort of hunger but I am just too lazy to get up and feed myself.
I'd really give anything to go back to those times when I could just ring someone in the wee small hours of the morning and the soothing voice on the other end of the line would just lull you back to sleep. You might even be sung to sometimes.
Loneliness is such a bitch. And I hate to be reminded of this while you're cold and starving in the middle of the night in winter. Especially not when you are thinking about someone who doesn't even give a flying fuck about you, or why you are friggin' awake at 5:05 AM.
about me
- nmanuson
- Twentyish and working as a researcher. I like arthouse films, reading books, listening to music, food, traveling and decent conversation over a couple of drinks. I hate eggs, birds, heights and dodgy people. I am very much interested in international relations, communications, Southeast Asia, gender studies, development and public policy but I will never blog about those topics. Listen to me spew forth a load of meaningless drivel about my humdrum life in this space.
No comments:
Post a Comment