Psapphirical

Lunchtime

Lacking inertia
The social isolate sits
Cold sandwich in lap

One winter morning
The cherry blossoms awoke
To a pale grey sky.

I realised that my LJ has become rather drab lately. I mean, anyone randomly looking over my LJ page would think I was a WoW-obsessed, nerdy stalker of random women. Oh wait, I am. But no, I'm being serious. All I've been writing about is World of Warcraft, university, and whatever random girl I happen to be stalking at the time. I've become so used to writing about rather superficial things. I don't write about what I'm really feeling anymore, or how I feel about my life right now. Maybe I'm getting more insecure as time goes on. It certainly feels that way sometimes.

I'm taking every day as it comes at the moment. I try to find pleasure in the little things - and even the superficial things - so that I have something to look forward to in the day/week/whatever. Otherwise, getting up each morning feels like too hard a chore.

I decided/realised a long time ago that life didn't have to have the meaning - any meaning - that I wanted it to have so badly (if that makes sense). Life itself is enough. Most days.

I found a broken twig of cherry tree today and I brought it home to stick in a vase. It's pretty.