Matter #1: I can't comprehend it, seriously. I mean, I had known that it'd be that mundane and that long, but there was no way out for me. When Mama Carrie means it, she means it. I'd have swallowed it with a pinch of salt if it weren't for the arrangement of the segments and the language used. I’m not a linguist, for Pete’s sake!
Matter #2: Excuse me, what's up with my luck? Why am I always running into a particular person - I'll address this person as 'Mr. M' - whom I'd rather have nothing with?
It's best left as it is, familiar strangers who once had a past.
Matter #3: Something’s wrong, terribly wrong, I know it and I can feel it. I don’t want to be stuck in one place with no chance of expanding my wings in a grassier area. I prefer to let nature takes its course but with the time ticking louder and louder by the day, desperation is real strong in the atmosphere.
I’ll have to – and need to – seek solace in God’s arms and beg – no, plead – for His Mercy and Help as a way to save my sanity and if my only hope goes up in flames, I think I’m as good as dead or even worse, permanently planted in a place that I no longer want to be in with no sense of direction for the future. I should’ve stayed back instead of returning here in the first place.
Things would have totally been different, I know.
Tough luck? Methinks not. It’s more like a failure in planning, and life would be different if we’ve not made certain decisions.
Thinking back, I am regretting all of it. Big time.