Railroad Tracks

Tuesday, April 12, 2011 by B.H.
I’m kind of boring, aren’t I? I don’t make sense and it occurred to me recently that I don’t have much to say most of the times I just let people carry the conversation and chip in a little bit here and there. I can’t figure out where the offset is and where the end. Neither can I slow it down like motion picture so that I can pinpoint something from it and make an opinion about it or tell myself that this is where the problem lies. I did not know how’s it like having a head filled with air, now I know.

Frankly, I’m just a silly boy who pretends to be genuinely smart and thinks he knows everything but in reality he knows nothing about anything. I make mistakes everyday and now it appears I have started a series of mistakes linked to each other like a railroad of hassles that does not end ever, like a yon structure made out of lego-set that you can’t help rebuilding again and again. Daisy chain of mistakes that I can’t, just can’t stop building. My railroad is deceiving me this time, it looks the same old rusty and drear something – wherever I look at it from. Like every daisy looks alike, innocently alike. Arousing smiles. Ingenuously deceiving.

So help me Lord, I beg.


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