Memoirs of a Melancholic (I)

Hi,
М̣̇Ɣ name is Rapsody..but М̣̇Ɣ friend s call me Mr Emo..(blush)..short f☺r Mr Emotional..well,I guess they are right..I do feel things deeply...i have a sensitive soul.I'm nothing special though..Ju̲̅s̲̅t another young black male navigating Τ̲̅ђe ocean of his destiny..Τ̲̅ђe only striking thing about me is that God has been merciful towards me..oh yes,He has..I'm amazed myself (catwalks)..ℓ☺ℓ ..I'm indeed grateful..but †̥☺ he whom much is given,much is excepted..nw dats Τ̲̅ђe thing..being me is not exactly a stroll i̲̅n̲̅ piccadilly square..Lord knows,I've got М̣̇Ɣ obligations..committments..responsibilities..М̣̇Ɣ greatest fear is not living up †̥☺ them..no pun intended but М̣̇Ɣ dreams keep me up at nite..and М̣̇Ɣ memories hold me captive..but I've chosen †̥☺ escape through these memoirs..М̣̇Ɣ thots aя̲̣ε̲̣ М̣̇Ɣ get-away vehicles...М̣̇Ɣ name is Rapsody... and this is М̣̇Ɣ prison break..Hello Scofield....(†̥☺ B̶̲̥̅ε̲̣̣ continued)

Cookies from Ukraine

(This is an allegory..all semblances to real persons and places aя̲̣ε̲̣ very well-intended)

I have a thing f☺r cookies from Ukraine..brown-crusted wt pure cream Ø̲п̥ the insides..eazy Ø̲п̥ Τ̲̅ђe palatte..lasting Ø̲п̥ Τ̲̅ђe tongue..a delight f☺r anyone wt a sweet tooth..

I found luv while flipping thru Τ̲̅ђe pages of a magazine and beheld this cookie jar brimming wt ukrainian cookies..М̣̇Ɣ fingers trembled as I traced Τ̲̅ђe outline of Τ̲̅ђe jar Ø̲п̥ Τ̲̅ђe glossy page of Τ̲̅ђe magazine..aaah..what do we have here? I had †̥☺ have those cookies..I hurriedly tapped Ø̲п̥ Τ̲̅ђe keys of М̣̇Ɣ PC as I made an online order f☺r Τ̲̅ђe beauties..

 Τ̲̅ђe reply came a while later via e-mail.. Τ̲̅ђe cookies will B̶̲̥̅ε̲̣̣ delivered †̥☺ me as ordered..but..it would take some time †̥☺ arrive..probably next year..М̣̇Ɣ heart skipped and took a nose-dive into М̣̇Ɣ boots..no cookies from ukraine this year..not even i̲̅n̲̅ time f☺r christmas..could I wait it out? I chewed М̣̇Ɣ fingers as I contemplated Τ̲̅ђe dreary months that stretched endlessly ahead..then М̣̇Ɣ insecurities creeped i̲̅n̲̅..

 U̶̲̅ see,it wasn't Τ̲̅ђe first time I had bn made †̥☺ wait f☺r a stretch of time before taking delivery of a jar of exotic cookies I had pre-ordered online..well,by Τ̲̅ђe time М̣̇Ɣ cookies arrived Τ̲̅ђe last time,they had become stale and powdery..tasteless and offering no real comfort †̥☺ a man wt a sweet tooth..and that was Τ̲̅ђe way Τ̲̅ђe cookie crumbled..nw here I was facing a similar ordeal..

Lord knows,I loved those ukranian cookies..but Τ̲̅ђe uncertainty of it all gave no assurrance †̥☺ a man Ø̲п̥ Τ̲̅ђe rebound from disillusionment..once bitten,twice shy..or Ş̲o rumour has it..Ş̲o I chickened out..and cancelled М̣̇Ɣ order..did a straight judas Ø̲п̥ those cookies..was I wrong? F☺r letting М̣̇Ɣ head rule М̣̇Ɣ heart? Did I throw М̣̇Ɣ happiness away? I don't know..I guess time is Τ̲̅ђe only true judge of these things..but sometimes,I sneak back †̥☺ that magazine and gaze upon those cookies..М̣̇Ɣ cookies from Ukraine..and wonder..