Thursday, June 23, 2011

The end of college has been anticlimactic, at best. A goodbye has no real meaning if you have nothing to say it to. 

Things have not been great. But that's a bit of a secret. A secret, because I'm no longer selfish and self-indulgent enough to not scoff at myself. Not all has changed though. I still grieve the loss of selfishness more than the fact that things have not been great. And then, there's this. There's more of a loss of things than anything else. The occasional presence, and perpetual lack of everything. Except for the writing on the wall, which is clearer than ever. Unfortunately, so are the claw marks. 

So, there's also guilty-pleasure-music. Here's a band called Dark Dark Dark, because I'm that obvious with my tastes. Guilt should be made of sterner stuff. 
And this is rather brilliant. 

4 comments:

Tangled up in blue... said...

"Except for the writing on the wall, which is clearer than ever. Unfortunately, so are the claw marks."

^^^
No one says it quite like you, Sherry! I've missed you! :)

mgeek said...

So, what now?

soin said...

you too had joined the select band of people who write well and maybe hence dont write anymore. or something like that. write more? i have too much time to kill in my office.free

Sherry Wasandi said...

@TUIB: I've missed being around. I've missed this place. I've missed you too. :)

@mgeek: Decisions, decisions.
A major part of me just wants to take some time and appreciate the freedom to do whatever I want to do.

@soin: I've lost whatever propensity for writing I may have possessed. Watch me grieve.