Go ahead, imagine one. Describe what you're thinking there.
It has feathers all over, A beak. Skinny legs that are famously compared to upper-body only body builders. Sharp claws. A feathery tail that's confusing as to whether there's actually a tail or it's just all feathers. As well as a five-bagged scrotum sack looking like thing on top of it's head. The crown? Is that what they call it? Scrotum-crown fit for a cock. Hmmm how appropriate.
2 month long holiday just came to an end. New semester is about to begin tomorrow. Holidays this time, though long, didn't hold much for me in terms of getting anything done. I have to admit, I'm not exactly in any sort of euphoric or comfortable state as I'm writing this. The second month in the year has already set a path to what seems to be a potentially rough 2016 (boner-touch, cause you know, touching actual wood has gotten pretty old).
Grandmother suffered from a heart attack last week, but's she's been doing well and stable since. Rough moment for the family. The dynamics of how I found out that she was having a heart attack was pretty unusual. She came in as a patient in the evening to the local clinic where I was doing my posting at that very time. It's hard to explain what I felt at that time, and for some reason, I feel this guilt.
I've been living in my own shell for too long. Don't get me wrong, I do go outside, I do meet new people every now and then. Yet, I am so very lost. Forgetting things. Forgetting words. Missing a charm I once had for speeches. Have I had some sort of mini-stroke?
There's this pain
Along with a whisper
Of a solemn prayer
Do no evil do your best
The speech sounds
The pain echoes
Seeping through the thoughts
Of a man that wants to be heard
A man that has lost his words.
She used to call me her eagle, and she my parrot.
But, am I just rooster?
Yaohh D:
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