Time Check: 0700hours.
I haven't slept.
If you cannot convince, confuse. So the saying goes. What if you're already confused? Can you convince? Efforts and attempts appear to have come to naught. A feeling of silliness overcomes thee, shrouding the once clear, concise mind. Irrationality seems to have taken over yet at the same time, rationanility refuses to let go. The arrival I should have foreseen, but the timing I couldn't see. Like a bullet train pounding on a poor blind man crossing the tracks when there should've something there to stop him, it just blows him away before he even has time to react. It's only on aftersight that he realises what had happened. By then, he would already be having sleepless nights for he sleeps no more.
A jigsaw puzzle with two pieces, fitting perfectly within the edges of each other. Yet imperfect at the moment for it lacks to lacquer and backing to stick together. So meant to be and yet still a long road to the shop and back. Will the owner of the set piece them together at last? Or will things take a turn? So much fun and laughter, completion without completion, mind reading at its very best, the epitome of chemistry. For what if not to be? But to be if what for not?
So finely balanced and unhedged have things been. An unwanted, yet predictable cycle sends the markets crashing down. Is it subprime, hedge funds, or what not? Or just the simple downturn? The leveraged jump off skyscrapers. Traders have nervous breakdowns. The sentiment is bearish yet long term things may still be bullish. Too myopic and psychologically hit to see beyond the horizon yet all things, however miserable, must come to an end.
A misty cloud descends. Yet this cloud, made up water vapour is it not, but of a finely processed chemical pain. The screams and tears and frustration for which so hard was tried to make things so. Yet at the end of it all, the misty cloud still descends. All that had been done, all that had gone by, all for naught?
Perhaps tomorrow will a better day. Perhaps. Going by that logic, today should've been a better day than yesterday and was a day long anticipated and dreamed of. The silvery linings that once perferated the thought bubbles suddenly went pop. A shade of gray have they become. What so once anticipated hath now become something so helpless.
How?
I haven't slept.
If you cannot convince, confuse. So the saying goes. What if you're already confused? Can you convince? Efforts and attempts appear to have come to naught. A feeling of silliness overcomes thee, shrouding the once clear, concise mind. Irrationality seems to have taken over yet at the same time, rationanility refuses to let go. The arrival I should have foreseen, but the timing I couldn't see. Like a bullet train pounding on a poor blind man crossing the tracks when there should've something there to stop him, it just blows him away before he even has time to react. It's only on aftersight that he realises what had happened. By then, he would already be having sleepless nights for he sleeps no more.
A jigsaw puzzle with two pieces, fitting perfectly within the edges of each other. Yet imperfect at the moment for it lacks to lacquer and backing to stick together. So meant to be and yet still a long road to the shop and back. Will the owner of the set piece them together at last? Or will things take a turn? So much fun and laughter, completion without completion, mind reading at its very best, the epitome of chemistry. For what if not to be? But to be if what for not?
So finely balanced and unhedged have things been. An unwanted, yet predictable cycle sends the markets crashing down. Is it subprime, hedge funds, or what not? Or just the simple downturn? The leveraged jump off skyscrapers. Traders have nervous breakdowns. The sentiment is bearish yet long term things may still be bullish. Too myopic and psychologically hit to see beyond the horizon yet all things, however miserable, must come to an end.
A misty cloud descends. Yet this cloud, made up water vapour is it not, but of a finely processed chemical pain. The screams and tears and frustration for which so hard was tried to make things so. Yet at the end of it all, the misty cloud still descends. All that had been done, all that had gone by, all for naught?
Perhaps tomorrow will a better day. Perhaps. Going by that logic, today should've been a better day than yesterday and was a day long anticipated and dreamed of. The silvery linings that once perferated the thought bubbles suddenly went pop. A shade of gray have they become. What so once anticipated hath now become something so helpless.
How?