Sunday, July 13, 2008
my roads
“If you don't know where you are going, any road will get you there.” - Lewis Carroll
it's been a long night. after a nice dinner and chat earlier with a couple of friends in town, i left to catch a bus ride home. it was nearing midnight, i think? upon reaching the bus stand, i spontaneously decided to walk home instead. the idea is crazy, considering the distance; it took more than an hour to reach home. but i wanted a slow stroll, like Pooh, and those miles i walked had let the voice in my head out to play. i watch as the night sky scattered with cloud babies that moved along at my pace occasionally plays hide and seek with the dimly lit crescent sitting quietly amongst the heavens.
i didn't feel tired at all, at least not while i was on foot. once i got home and sat myself down on the bed, tiny steady waves of tiredness splashed against my knees and pooled around my ankles. little fishes carrying a deep thought each on their backs swam at sporadical speeds, and sometimes a puppy shark of rationality comes around and eats them up, leaving offensive carcasses with bits of flesh floating around in the water like obstinate algae.
i made a soft humming sound, but no feelings are stirred. it rises in intonation and melody, a crescendo then a decrescendo, a forte and allegretto and then an abrupt pause. i lay my head down on the bed and closed my eyes, refusing to let anything in or out of my soul's window. i want a wall to be built overnight with bricks, tiles, cement; i would even make do with mounds of soil. but it is nearly dawn as i yawn. maybe tomorrow, tomorrow i shall sing the working song. ho hum ho hum -
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