living in the past.......

Perennial melancholies have some positive feedbacks. Mr. X is grounded but a somnambulist, he does not miss every single night to confirm repeatedly his mobile for the unknown calls or the messages, which are never made, never typed; never meant for him. He has signed over a zillion free mail services to relish the flood of mails, yet an unhappy discover pauses his beats a bit. He repeats his mistakes, under the scorching sun or relentless snowfalls he mumbles a single name, undoubtedly without any reasons as the world turns.

Sometimes, feeling down has a colorful world, Mr. X is holding the brush to paint that a cloud nine.