02-09-2012, 12:09 PM
[font=Agency FB]Date: 02.09.818
Title: [color=#000000]"Diary"
Log Entry 001
Title: [color=#000000]"Diary"
Log Entry 001
I don't know why I do this, maybe I'm bored, maybe I deem it just the right thing to do right now, in any case I'm kinda feeling the urge to memorize a few thoughts, it might help me with the struggle I'm currently dealing with...
So anyway, I realised that my break from active duty didn't do me good, I hoped to be able to relax for a bit and distract myself in my enormously long-lasting free time, reading, writing, taking care of the garden, tidying up the never ending mess in the house, nope, it all went backwards. I ended up lying in my bed, staring at the wall above, thinking of nothing but him and how I miss him, how I miss his warm, calming body next to mine and- uh, I'm getting too sentimental here. Well, thus I resumed duty, slowly slipping back in the circle of daily life, shooting this scoundrel, chasing that enemy of the state. My patriotism is kind of blurry and dulled, as is my enthusiasm when I get up in the morning. What made my commitment to my work during the day last, was my anticipation for the evenings, the weekends with him, it was the counter-pole to what I did the rest of the day. And it all went flawlessly, I was happy, all the time... Anyway, this is sorta getting ridiculous.
I go visit him in the hospital every day. He's now given nutritional support thorugh those little plastic tubes, the specialists are in the dark, nobody has a clue what this mysterious 'sleeping' virus may be or what had caused it to suddenly appear.
Johnny is in an artificial coma, with stable vital signs but I did never had the chance to say goodbye, nor did he tell me about his disease but in the last minute and right now I'm unsure whether to love or to hate him...
So anyway, I realised that my break from active duty didn't do me good, I hoped to be able to relax for a bit and distract myself in my enormously long-lasting free time, reading, writing, taking care of the garden, tidying up the never ending mess in the house, nope, it all went backwards. I ended up lying in my bed, staring at the wall above, thinking of nothing but him and how I miss him, how I miss his warm, calming body next to mine and- uh, I'm getting too sentimental here. Well, thus I resumed duty, slowly slipping back in the circle of daily life, shooting this scoundrel, chasing that enemy of the state. My patriotism is kind of blurry and dulled, as is my enthusiasm when I get up in the morning. What made my commitment to my work during the day last, was my anticipation for the evenings, the weekends with him, it was the counter-pole to what I did the rest of the day. And it all went flawlessly, I was happy, all the time... Anyway, this is sorta getting ridiculous.
I go visit him in the hospital every day. He's now given nutritional support thorugh those little plastic tubes, the specialists are in the dark, nobody has a clue what this mysterious 'sleeping' virus may be or what had caused it to suddenly appear.
Johnny is in an artificial coma, with stable vital signs but I did never had the chance to say goodbye, nor did he tell me about his disease but in the last minute and right now I'm unsure whether to love or to hate him...