I am jack's tormented heart

So, it's been a turbulent week/ month (so much for overhyped birthday months). Half of the month I have been seriously sick (still am, hence time for writing) which means not being able to work and missing out on some big opportunities. I've been cutting my hands too often while cutting up apples, the last one so gory and deep that it made me quite lightheaded with the blood loss. So bored am I with life at this point that going to get that cut dressed seems like an avoidable task, and hence avoided. My weight is acting like Brad Pitt from Benjamin Button and i'm again distinctly below 50. Pretty sad that's the only way i can compare anything with Brad Pitt (fml, right?). A woman i fancied says she's elsewhere with the heart. I could go on and on, but the bottomline here is that the birthday month has been pretty much forgetful and terrible, but hey, I found Matisyahu and Sigur Ros and any moment with good music is never a wasted moment. In all this time that i

I sit by the day and laugh with this world, Telling her i’ll write her a haiku tonight, To sound fancy. A word-weaver, Just plucking words To make sense of this, To not feel like tangled earphones all the time, Craving an understanding  more than I could crave you, in believing that i have stories in me waiting to be lived. A hope that this circus is not what life is there is more, there is magic, A place where mundane is not a word, the love child of colours and mountains.. I sit by the night and laugh at this world.