reminds me of the guy in The Zahir...

yeah static and stagnant like a puddle on ground..that becomes the harbor of several diseases if it stays like that.

the frustration is literally popping out from ur words...the *static* condition very well captured...don't know but gave me a feeling that u get in the scorching hot days of summer in Abu Dhabi...when u can't even breathe and u r waiting for ur school bus to arrive...that kinda frustration...it also takes me back to those times when opening up the windows didnt simmer down the level of my suffocation of my soul...as if the next breath is going to be the last one. well those r my thoughts.

Aas please do keep writing and sharing. We all need to express...might as well do it here we all need someone to understand us at times...and usually those someones are better off strangers don't u agree?

regards,
-chalakie

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