I am not lost, I am home in a 3 BHK apartment which is MINE. All MINE.
I am not all alone, I have a pet for my company. A pet that sleeps all the time due to the medication that he is on. Who is bored of me, he is more excited when the maid or some stranger is at the door rather when I am home from work.
I am not bored. I have other animate things ...television, a laptop, and a mobile, for an occasional laugh, talk. Or for whiling away my time...but for how long?
I am not scared, as its not dark or silent in here. Thanks for all the noises I hear around all the time, to keep me awake. Firstly, thanks cause these are not the noises in my mind...rather by the workers in other apartments busy with their jobs. I wish I had such a job that makes noise to tell me that am still alive. That am awake and not sleeping. Actually, my dreams are more action filled than my days alone at home. Wish I could be drugged like my dog and sleep all the time.
I don't feel trapped or choking. I always wanted this freedom, time, all for myself. But now I wonder what to do with all this, all by myself?
I am not sad or depressed. I am very hopeful. How much I wish for my phone to ring, or for a ping or a calling bell. But even when they do, is it for real and forever? At the end of it all, I am back to me, myself and Leo.
On the verge to insanity...Leo and I are desperately waiting for you to come home...Vinnu
PS: No more WFHs. As always work is something that comes to my rescue in need.
I am not all alone, I have a pet for my company. A pet that sleeps all the time due to the medication that he is on. Who is bored of me, he is more excited when the maid or some stranger is at the door rather when I am home from work.
I am not bored. I have other animate things ...television, a laptop, and a mobile, for an occasional laugh, talk. Or for whiling away my time...but for how long?
I am not scared, as its not dark or silent in here. Thanks for all the noises I hear around all the time, to keep me awake. Firstly, thanks cause these are not the noises in my mind...rather by the workers in other apartments busy with their jobs. I wish I had such a job that makes noise to tell me that am still alive. That am awake and not sleeping. Actually, my dreams are more action filled than my days alone at home. Wish I could be drugged like my dog and sleep all the time.
I don't feel trapped or choking. I always wanted this freedom, time, all for myself. But now I wonder what to do with all this, all by myself?
I am not sad or depressed. I am very hopeful. How much I wish for my phone to ring, or for a ping or a calling bell. But even when they do, is it for real and forever? At the end of it all, I am back to me, myself and Leo.
On the verge to insanity...Leo and I are desperately waiting for you to come home...Vinnu
PS: No more WFHs. As always work is something that comes to my rescue in need.
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