The day had just begun or had it already started. Two slim wine glasses lingering on the table, an empty bottle accompanied the two. What had happened previously to this scene evaded me. A mystery. Or was it just wishful thinking that i could forget. I clung to the mystery, there was something more heart warming and sincere in not knowing. Ignorance is bliss they say?

I sat up, my head pounding, my hands clasping around my temple it felt as if there was a battle going on . My gaze quickly ran around the room as if moving in beat with a pounding drum probably in synch with the battle, looking at all the objects taking in the dingy surroundings but not really caring it was a blistering blur . Items that people claim to be a beacon of their personality, tokens gained. I failed to see what these "things" do for me now, 26 years and nothing much to show. No reassurance. Just existence.

In comparison to my up beat nature the weather seemed to be braving through the day as if on an on going mission, the leaves battling against the pounding rain. Summer at its best? In all my life I new one thing that I had always had , he was very consistent in nature and always had a witty remark on life’s quarrels I could remember that, but It had been some time in which we had conversed or let alone acknowledged one another.

I looked to the door and I could just about recognise a shadow underneath the gap flickering back and forth like a candle, between the door and the stale carpet circa 1942. There’s someone or something at the door, For once in my life my stubby fingers are crossing with enthusiasm for one of the two. spam mail - mail which tries to convince you, that you are in fact lacking something in life which is I think a common thread in people, society in fact .But buying a second han by Samantha