Sightings - III

Wanting

Another burst of affection from my friend T3. I am deeply blessed for her having me share this piece of her subjective frame of mind.

Oh well you might think I'm crazy
To hang around with you
Or maybe you think I'm lucky
To have somethin' to do
But I think that you're wild
Inside me is some child..

You might think I'm foolish
Or maybe it's untrue
You might think it's hysterical
But I know when you're weak
You think you're in the movies
And everything's so deep
But I think that you're wild
When you flash that fragile smile
You might think it's foolish
What you put me through

And it was hard so hard to take
There's no escape without a scrape
But you kept it going till the sun fell down
You kept it going...

Oh well uh you might think I'm delirious
The way I run you down
But somewhere sometimes
When you're curious
I'll be back around
Oh I think that you're wild
And so-ooo uniquely styled

You might think it's foolish
This chancy rendezvous
You might think I'm crazy
All I want is you..

Wheel chair bursts

Is there such thing? Is it a produce of my eager but ‘stroked’ individuality? Maybe it was that blood clot that was previously jailed now freely and vastly flows inside my brain and ordinarily coasts along my heart. Hemorrhagic Stroke is what the doctors suspected. The sudden numbness on the left side of my body, which left me momentarily helpless, all pointed out on me having diabetes, high blood pressure and high cholesterol level, triggered that fatal stroke. I have learned that stroke occurrences depend mainly on a person’s lifestyle and a speck of percentage of the inherited genes. What can thou say? It’s like getting laid by misfortunes.

    But the above did not stop my wicked ordeal. Depression slowly ascended my entirety. It crushed everything I had. My dreams felt like uncontrollable gush all turned into waste. Emotional, financial and even the spiritual factors all marched away from me. I was left closing my eyes thinking and sensing nothing. ‘’Nothingness if you wish’’, as I regretfully read that piece that was philosophically written by a classmate of mine way back then. It further urged me to give life another push. My seldom encounters with solitude whispered that it ain’t over ‘till it’s over. To assert something, another chance, is what I have. I’m not letting this God given gift slip away so even though I’m wheel chair bound, my inabilities would not stop me from bursting out my leftover capabilities. I’m down, but definitely, not out.