… the doctor will see you soon
I am quite naive. Perhaps therein lies all my problems. Something happened this Easter. Something I'm now writing about with mixed feelings. I went to church throughout the Holy weekend- hurray! I'm still a christian- nominally at the worst. The denomination I attend hosts a program annually starting from Good Friday through Easter Sunday, some …
... or is it? Sometimes, scratch that, many times, I wish I were dumber. And I mean that literally. Many times, I feel like a higher than average intelligence is a burden too heavy to bear. You'd ask, how do you even know you're more intelligent than the average person? Well, I finished medical school …
The prose has refused to be written . This poem meanwhile, has been bubbling in my head all day. Since I can no longer ignore her pain and suffering, let me give her a mercy-killing. I hope it's worth the read. I understand I see it in your eyes I hear it in your voice …
I've been relatively inactive for some time now. So, as in such times of solitude, I have resorted to chewing the cud of memories and flashbacks from the past. I'm listening to music on my phone. My playlist has not grown by so much over the years though. Doesn't mean I don't keep up with …
I don't want to cry like this again over missed opportunities and unspoken words. Here and now, I will show you that I love you. No more hoping you'd understand, no more procrastination.
Debussy's piece was gold but it doesn't even come close to touching my own real life girl with the flaxen hair.
I am also frail and ignorant, lonely and difficult, petty and sentimental, crazy and preposterous... And by God, I have a name. A name my parents called me when they looked upon the crying face of their newborn infant.
Edmund Hillary and Tenzing Norgay had nothing on me. I had come, had seen, had conquered Valentine's and had met the love of my life in the process. Beat that!
"Oh my goodness, I'm gonna be late" I'm thinking as I jolt upright from the bed. It seems like I've already slept for another day. I look at the clock. It's been five minutes. This torture continues for another hour and half. I can't take it anymore.
I wonder if maybe, it was not What was done I wonder if this was what you learned From endless sermons And sterling examples.
