Chocolat

"life is a box of chocolates
you never know what you are going to get"
- forest gump

life is a box of fermented chocolates. you always know what turd you are going to get.

it was one of those days that i dreaded. i want to get lost under those sheets and anesthesize myself with more sleep so that i won't be forced to be me and get away from my current berth for that moment. much to my own sedentary contentment.

been too melancholic of late. trapped in my own self created turmoils inside my body and mind. like an oscar gliding in circles aimlessly in that mouldy tank waiting to be released back to the ocean. the tediums of life catches up with me and the most depressing of it is feeling like a defeated warrior, allowing myself to be drowned in self pity that i have been too indulgent on myself, and trying unsuccessfully to agitate the antiboties to flush out that mental toxics. bipolar? no thanks.

my schizophrenic voice reprimanded me again.

snap out snap out you fool! stop it!

sometimes you just want to force out that thought all together. forget it for that brief moment. and after awhile, you forgot that you are forgeting. and you really forget. by then you are feeling better already.

now i am feeling better.

if life is a rope, i am that imbecile hanging at the other end.

someone passes me that chewy chocolate fudge cookie please?