Wretched!

"What does it all mean, Basel?"

IT's the way he says it. Same accent, same tone, same everything. Sticks to my head. Sure, the line comes from a comedy, yet, this is no comic. I'm genuinely muddled.

It has been a Wretched week. Plenty of hiding, plenty of responsibility, plenty of pain, plenty of headache/heartache. I wish not to discuss work further. It's useless/pointless/wretched to talk about.

All I wanted in the week was to spend a nice, chilled out day with my sweets. But, things don't always go the way you want it. It had to go Sour. I just knew it would turn bad. I was visibly upset. How could I not be? After all the shit of the week, to get more shit early Saturday. Maybe it's hard to understand if you don't feel what I felt. I don't know. Of course, I was angry. I was less angry than just sad and tired. It took the wind out of me.

Quiet. Distant. Silent. Away.

It really took a long while to get going again. I apologise. I was not in the mood. It was little too late, I know. Now, we await another week just to meet again. It is hard, not holding you in my arms. I want it so badly but I'm so far. So many restrictions, so many hurdles. Bashing through is painful, I have to jump them one at a time. And, I'm no hurdler. Tough.

Just hang on. Things will get better. If it doesn't, then it won't. I will still stand here, would you stand right next to me?