Still awake at this time. Writing a post at an hour which does not seem normal at all, yet this is when the mildly creative juices flow.
He had a Royal Danish Stout, terrible tasting. Guinness is a better choice. Life has too many imperfections and there are times when Serge wants to give up. To give up on everything that he does really. Where is the love which he holds so dear? Lost in translation and trampled around by the people whom he cares about.
Yet this people just don’t know that they are doing this to him. Tunnel vision. One way track into obliviousness. Though there are many interest, only one has a higher rating than most. Being too caring has its downfall. Many men have bowed their heads in solemness to a brother who has been friendzoned.
She is going off and will return later in this week. She knows about him and how much he cares about her. Fortunately or it maybe an unfortunate turn of events that he just can’t bring himself to make that person his forever more. What is this fear that scares and shackles the heart and soul of the one called Serge?
Rejection? Highly unlikely. We might settle on the fact that, he has hurt many hearts before. A person once mention to him, “your words are the most sincere but you just can’t seem to stop caring for others and that makes us scared that you’ll leave us for another.” As much as we try to ignore this, somewhere in the broken windows of the heart; there is a hurtful beauty in the truth.
These hands, its empty right now. They just want to hold a hand right now and with the warmth that flows from the palm of his to the one he loves; may this gesture of affection be reciprocated by a tightening of the other palm.
Does she even know?
- And we wondered if it was the right choice
- Selamba Slumbernya and Happy Birthdate to Jessica