"I walk the path

To the land of the Dark Immortals

Where the hungry ones will carry my soul

As the wild hunt careers through the boughs
Come to me, my Pale Enchantress

In the moon of the woods we kiss..."

Sunday is gloomy, as usual... I'm writing this by the tones of 'The forest whispers my name', an excellent song for sundays.

Why is sunday gloomy? Because it just is, because it's the day before monday, because it's raining, because sunday always pesters me, because sunday is Pandora's box with my bad memories, and because it.will.not.stop.raining.

Evil vicious sunday.

Boredom strikes, and I have nothing better to do than bore some more people with this utterly useless, blog post.

Well, maybe the sudden falling apart of, what seemed to be an everlasting, cast-iron relationship has something to do with it... 

I need not explain what it feels like, we all know the feeling, somehow. The feeling as if the heart is cleaving from the inside out, nothing but a hollow gap on the place it used to be, on the place I saved some space...for you.

Well let's not get sentimental, shall we?

Back to sunday. On sunday, things go wrong.     I guess I made that clear. Such as; sunday two weeks ago I heard the news of my aunt that died of cancer.

She was all alone when she died, not her husband nor her children were warned in time.No one to say goodbye to. No one to witness her breath her last.

And in the mean time it's still raining.   God or whoever causes this I require you to make it stop.

This reminds me of that sunday last month, when I got caught on the bus without a ticket. Haha. Silly me. Why mention this? It's not like a penalty of 100 euro's will make a difference to a student.   Yeah right.

Well, maybe when I think about it, I guess sunday's not so gloomy as I think it is,

after all I'm free now. No more limits because of his obsessive jealousy, his greed.

And maybe my aunt freely wanted to go? Maybe the fight got to much for her, after all this chemo and medicins. She may have decided...It was enough? Maybe she went so quickly because she didn't want to see her cracked children's faces gazing upon her for a last sight of this world... Maybe she just longed for peace.

And the penalty, I guess I'll just have to pay; justice is justice.

Maybe sunday's not so bad as it seems after all...

And guess what? I just checked my window, it has stopped raining. 

- Nora M.