Dream a little dream of you

Once again, the dread of the meaningless Monday kicks in. They should start the weeks on Tuesday, because there's so many negative adjectives that makes us an alliteration with Mondays. Mournful Monday. Miserable Monday. Mundane Monday. Melancholic Monday. and yes, most of all, they are generally meaningless Mondays.

I almost never stop realising how much I treasure my younger days. As this blog is nothing but meaningless, miserable, mournful entries of a loved lost or pretentious, crappy entries of a kind of happiness we sometimes need to assure of ourselves that our life is not unnoticed. It would be nice to go back to where broken hearts are just as painful as scrapped knees and elbows. Brush it off and laugh it off.


Of late, moods of frustration, annoyance and sometimes angst have filled the atmosphere. It's almost as if its clouded and fogged and there to stay.

The long winding path of foreverness just isn't there.

And in my head are voices of my subconscious mind telling myself that the road is almost ending.

For the better or for the worse, its hard to tell.