My Year.

So since it’s the end of the year, I’m going to do an obligatory summarisation of the year that has occurred through my eyes

I began learning Auslan (Australian Sign Language) and will continue it this year.

Spent over a month and a half overseas in the following countries (planning to go again one day):

• Zambia
• Zimbabwe
• Botswana
• Namibia
• South Africa
• New Zealand (Earlier in the year)

I left my Job at Subway

I began planning and writing my novel (slow work in progress)

Began learning the guitar again (learnt when I was 8)

Finished my second of four years at University

Met and started dating my girlfriend.

Numerous Parties and Gatherings

Lots of Sushi, Subway, and Zarraffas Coffee

Began my Certificate IV in Mental Health

Increased my ability to touch my toes to just above my ankles (previously couldn’t  go past knees) in 8 Months

Was going to sky dive but that’s now postponed till the 13th of Jan

Read numerous books and have collected over 120 novels

Met Matthew Reilly (One of my Favourite Authors)

Saw Mumford and Sons, Yellowcard & Coldplay Live. (each I want to see many more times again)

Seven Deadly Sins - Gluttony

“I’m hungry” I say to myself.  

“Mate, seriously, you have to stop eating, it really can’t be good for you, and you’re over eating way too often.” My friend replied.

I stayed silent.
It doesn’t matter to me, she’s gone, what have I got left? Food is what I love now.

It’s been three weeks since the bombing of the hospital. The person who committed these terrible acts causing mass hysteria and loss of lives?

Dead, killed by his own bomb after robbing a bank, I wasn’t even sure how he managed to blow up a car. Wouldn’t you want to use it to escape? Especially after robbing a bank…

I took another bite of the three large pepperoni pizza’s I had ordered for myself, my friend sitting there, watching the news. The same story, over and over again,

Food, the only replacement to my now dead fiancé; was helping me, over and over again.
My friend began talking again, in the background, insisting I seek help.

I don’t need it; I have all the help I need in my lap. Pizza, stacked on top of each other, with my 3L Coke next to me. That’s all I need. Unlike my wife, they don’t ask of much, just attention; which I am happy to give them.

Images flickering in front of me, I’m not really watching, I’m looking beyond the pictures, I’m looking to her. She’s not there anymore, she left me. Food’s never left me. Only to occupy my stomach, even so never leaving me for long, it’s always nearby.

Food is better than her, better than anyone, never complains, unless you’re a rather arrogant bunch of Jalapeños. Food satisfies me, and I it.
My emotions consume me, and I consume it.

This is my struggle, this is my survival.

Images of victims flash across the screen with some song in which I cannot remember the name of, a famous one, I recall.
She appears.
Time slows down, to a near halt.

I stare. Tears forming in the corners of my eyes; lip quivering in despair, the slice of pizza held within my trembling had dropping to the box below in a dramatic fall, like one would see in the movies at a point of climax.

Tears flowing freely, like melted cheese; emotions pouring like a jug of cold beer.
Pain spreading slowly throughout my body, a constant dull thud, thud, thud.
The thudding increasing in beat, rapidly, like boiling water on a stove.

Quicker,
Until,
Silence.

I see nothing, “Hey, buddy? Can you hear me? You’ve just suffered a heart attack, I need you to hold on until we get you into surgery, there has been a clot to you’re heart.”

I murmur something unintelligible.

“Can you repeat that for me buddy? It’s not long now…”

I gasp for air, filling my lungs.

“I’m hungry.”

Gluttony

-Roaring Fox