Lifes' files

A nippy evening at the Tribeka . It cuts a place forlorn for me [because my first laptop was stolen here] a few years away. I am constantly sipping the intoxication of the old because I am letting off steam. Drinks and more drinks. I wanna drink the night away. Probably wish my sorrows away. I’d drown my sorrows tonight ‘cause YOLO. But I am dead from the inside. A majestic frame from the outside but a small flicker of hope survives in my arteries. Hopeless much . I am a bowl of unrealized dreams like those of a flower plumed and withered all within a turn of a clock. Alone, desolate and a couple hundred thoughts flashing past my mind I sit. Razing thoughts wrestle one another on my mind.   It’s been like thirty minutes into the hour and emptiness is threatening to weigh me down. A night of fun after a lazy Sunday siesta is the precursor of it all. All of it.   The sequel – a girl gowned in riveting delight. In a couple of days, she will be turning two.   And I...