Friday, March 20

Sunshine Punches

*Pregnant with yesterdays, Aborted all tomorrows

Inchoate plans for the future taunt our protagonist.
But she is fixated on the past 

Is "plans for the future" redundant? Who cares. 
Another question: Would I be the protagonist in the story of my life, when I constantly saturate myself in misery? 

I want to be the nice guy in the movie that is my life, but end up with an underdeveloped plot mixed-up with bad dialogue and devoid of innate drive. Mine is a simulacrum of carpe diem. Mine is “seize the other day”.

The sunsets of all the past years disappeared somewhere, but I relentlessly search for meaning and life within them. 
The murky waters of my past have made my fingers pruney. I'm all shrivelled up.

I suddenly take on a vampire-like role in the movie of my life and hide from the sunrise of new years. I'll live in the sunset.