9 March 2013
As life goes on...
Hello to whoever is still reading this nonsense.
There's not much new under the sun. Or rather under the rainy clouds of London. Things don't improve, but they're not becoming worse either. It's always the same. The same emptiness, the same darkness, the goddamn same endless road. Sometimes I make believe there's a bit of light at the end of this all. But I always laugh at myself for being such a wishful thinker.
Sometimes I still see you standing at the window. I still hear those beautiful notes coming from your violin. Or sometimes I jump up when my phone goes off, hoping it would be you inviting me to a crime scene once again. Everything's so boring. So silent. I believe I'm starting to understand what Sherlock meant when he said quiet and peaceful was hateful.
Sometimes, just.. Sometimes, I wonder what it is like up there. What it is like to be be dead. What happens? Will I see you again? It would be worth taking that risk, just to be with you again, Sherlock. God I want to be with you again...
Beside all of this I sometimes meet up with friends. They're trying and I still appreciate it. They put up with old grumpy me. Kudos to all of them.