Balderdash Thoughts, Medicine: Year 4

Que sera sera..

Sometimes I feel I am way too old to be whining about friends. The moment I start my brain back-flips as the same thoughts hit me and it feels so tiring to go round and round the same circle. I literally feel a bolus of vomit stuck in my gut and one in my head.… Continue reading Que sera sera..

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Curriculum Vitae

All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost;

All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again… Continue reading All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost;

Balderdash Thoughts, Medicine: Year 4

Better left unsaid, better left unfelt

I spent an hour writing..everything. Pouring my anger into my laptop and editing it and constructing all those sentences and blah blah blah blah and a second before I was going to hit send.. I just stopped. Not today. Not now. Have you ever felt so consumed with anger and hatred and total helplessness that… Continue reading Better left unsaid, better left unfelt

Balderdash Thoughts

Breaking Points

  It's funny what things we learn every second day. And how bold we become when we've got nothing to lose, how crass when we just don't care, so absolutely brave when we accept the facts and how...utterly light when we are done facing the reality and moving on I've found a new way of… Continue reading Breaking Points

Balderdash Thoughts

I met a girl who sang the blues.. and I asked her for some happy news..she just smiled and turned away

For how long can you talk about the same thing, for how long can you pour yourself out? The insides are gonna run dry one day. And if the pain and anger stops feeding you, you will shrivel up. If you are filled with some other thing this time,only happiness and peace, the same puncture… Continue reading I met a girl who sang the blues.. and I asked her for some happy news..she just smiled and turned away

Incidents

Again, at the crossroads

So last night I am all wrapped up in my bed, it's about 10 o'clock and I am reading a book. Someone passes by my room with a characteristic winter *ttttttttttt* of the teeth and I switch the hand holding my kindle and let the poor thing warm while the other hand take its toll.… Continue reading Again, at the crossroads

Balderdash Thoughts

This big heart is such a small organ

I cannot tell you what it feels like. You know it, deep down and up above. The bittersweet happiness pressing upon your heart and soul. You just feel it. It's right there. Fluttering beats and the soft light. Sit in the corner of a room, illuminated by the dim light of dusk out the window. It's… Continue reading This big heart is such a small organ