On The Midnight Ride Home

“Those windshield wipers, slapping out a tempo, keepin’ perfect rhythm with the song on the radio. Gotta keep rolling.”

Driving My Life Away, Eddie Rabbitt

Oh The Weather Outside Is Frightful

These raindrops that fall from the sky and scratch the surface of the window pane and leave in its wake several tiny beads that gleam with each streetlight that flashes by; tiny little drops sent from heaven that go unnoticed on a chilly, December evening.

If there was no future to drive our fancy cars into, would we finally realise how breathtaking the world around us actually is?

Now You Know How Happy I Can Be

The only two things that I find myself obsessing over at this point in time is you and my power profile.

In Quiet Existence

Standstill.

Still, The Roulette Wheel Goes Round And Round

Take it as an excuse for a lack of words but why should I bother to even have my thoughts spelled out in a paragraph?

They are as insignificant as I am lazy. Or could it be that I view them as trivial because I am not willing to commit the time to put them into words?

But are they not already words in my head?  The words that echo themselves so frequently in the confines of my skull – are they not thoughts in my head?  Could we say they are one and the same?

Questions to which I do not have the answers.  Emotions of which I am devoid.  Life in which I am feeling quite helpless.

If I Asked, Would You Say Yes?

The thought of you just warms my heart on a cold, June afternoon.

Break A Leg

In the immortal words of Robin Wright Penn, “It’s just poetry, beauty and love.  How hard can that be to act?”

Something Has Invaded My Night

The best bittersweet memories are those of the moments you wished would never end, but in reality, never begun at all.

But Right Now, Everything Is Turning Blue

We’re made out of blood and rust, looking for someone to trust, without a fight.

Joseph Arthur, Honey and the Moon

My Tea’s Gone Cold

According to the lunar calendar, tomorrow will be the last day of the year of the ox.  Following that will be the commencement of certain anticipated yearly rituals.  Somehow, I haven’t allowed myself to sink into the festive season despite the excessive strains of familiar new year tunes gnawing at my ears in every shopping mall I’ve been to.  Occasionally, I find myself whistling to the said tunes in the exact pitch but the looming new year and all its excitement has yet to fully swallow me whole.  It was the same with Christmas last year, and the year before.  Could it be that I am growing jaded?

Tomorrow also marks the temporary cessation of what was close to two weeks of perpetual paddling.  We get a recess day (Sunday) and we’ll be back in the boat again on Monday.  And the roulette wheels go round and round.  Never actually gave my future few months much thought when I signed myself up for this grueling way of life, but I’m not complaining.  On the contrary, I suspect I quite delight in getting up at godforsaken hours of the morning and kick-starting my day with an hour of paddling in the dark, although it has messed up my sleeping patterns a fair bit.  (I laid in bed for six hours last night, half of which was spent solving Soduku puzzles on my phone because I noticed my head was still bustling with much brain activity even at 1 a.m..)

Ah, woe is me.