Monday, June 16, 2008
gone
“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, It's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life's realities." - Dr. Seuss
when life's harsh reality scrunch your panties up in a bunch, what do you do? it's one of those days, where the sky is blue, birds chirp, and everything seems alright. but somewhere inside, you know something has gone wrong. so terribly wrong.
i woke from my weekend slumber hoping to see familiar faces, do familiar stuff, say familiar words. that hope was like ice cream in an oven, dripping what's left down the grills, making a sad sizzling noise when it hits the heated rod.
i ask for too much, "Was I, really?".
"Yes... You were, really."
so i let go of the balloon i tied to my wrist, and after watching it go higher and higher up till nothing is left of it, i looked down and realized i had gotten a painful red mark on my wrist as a souvenir. not a souvenir; a reminder. "That's what you get for tying it down so tightly", he says.
4 coffee beans
