I would pour my heart out. Maybe my writing is comparable to only horse shit. Still, they would come out like a healthy poop after a good bowel movement in the morning.
Is any place sacred to you! (Shaking my head)
A silver lining is all that is, it is raining outside. And I'm writing this, sitting right beside my window, in that old chair, while the sky is all ash-like.
I envy you brother... even though my room is the coolest, temperature-wise, it doesn't have a view... I envy you because you get to sit by the window near to you while you enjoy a cup of tea... here I am waiting for the clock to pass 7pm so I can finally go home
Sigh! You know how it goes apu. How life is, better than almost everyone else i know. So even though id love to tell you things, words of comfort, you already know them. Maybe Something good is there, waiting for us at the end of this road. Just maybe.