T.Notes #16: About missing you....

The thing about death is that stark reality that the person is...gone.

You will not hear her voice again,

You will search for his face in the crowd and will never find it.

There's just that emptiness, a nothingness in the space that your departed used to occupy.

You want to grief for the rest of eternity,

but you know that will not do justice to a person who fully embraced life and laughter.

So this is me alternating all over places of very brief laughter and a constantly gnawing ache,

desperately searching for answers that will never come.

I have set out and understood a lot about life,

But this one, stumps me completely.

They say time heals, but God forbid that i forget all that you are.

So this here, is an imperfect note.....

That one person who's made me all the man that i am today.

Nothing comes from nothing,
Nothing ever could

For here you are, standing there, loving me
Whether or not you should
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good.....Something good.

About missing you......

T.Notes #15: About the neighbours....

My night was cut short by 4am because my neighbour was busy.


It wasn't so much her activities but the intensity of the whole thing. It was loud and rough and she was screaming and cursing amidst the intermittent palms on cheek insolence. She is such a decent professional girl during the day till when night returns...but i expect that everybody appreciates good feedback however much OTT.


The problem now is this morning,  I am quietly trying to enjoy a Sunday morning breakfast but I can still hear all those cursewords ringing loud in my head. And tommorow morning we will meet briefly in the garage spaces on the way to work and i'm not sure if to remind her that the walls are really thin especially at night.....or to give her a thumbs up for her quality feedback.

Blog round and comments in a bit. Trust you guys are all good...Let's catchup, it's been a minute.