Snow falls heavily upon what, only moments ago, was an autumn trail.
The traveler slips upon the slick incline, while struggling to protect their precious cargo: a delicate bundle wrapped in cloths.
The newly minted messenger checks to make sure there is no harm.
They risk a moments breath, before stealing a glance at the parcel.
Satisfied, they tighten their flimsy cloak and defy the elements.
Making silent vows to no one and everyone, that they shall deliver this package.
Tuesday, 4 September 2018
Day 249
A man awakens in an empty coffee shop.
His mug is empty, which is understandable, since he'd had to fill the first cup himself.
The man leaves a generous tip upon exiting; mostly out of habit. But who knows, someone may need to start work immediately after the rapture ...
As he starts his car, the man takes a look at the desolate town, now void of populace.
The sight might summon tears in the man, except he'd ripped the last of them out of his eyes the night before, when he buried his wife in their backyard.
His mug is empty, which is understandable, since he'd had to fill the first cup himself.
The man leaves a generous tip upon exiting; mostly out of habit. But who knows, someone may need to start work immediately after the rapture ...
As he starts his car, the man takes a look at the desolate town, now void of populace.
The sight might summon tears in the man, except he'd ripped the last of them out of his eyes the night before, when he buried his wife in their backyard.
Day 248
A kindly old man in a sharp white suit holds a door open for a mother and her two children, before making to board his train.
This genteel fellow smiles and hums all the while, giving any onlooker the impression that he is, at worse, an affable eccentric.
Unless this hypothetical onlooker should closely inspect the sizeable ring upon the gentleman's left hand.
Those who wear jewelry, habitually remove it when washing or scrubbing their hands.
Even if they were wearing the ring, while beating to death a group of would be assassins, they may habitually remove said ring.
And blood gets everywhere.
In contrast, the suit was heavenly white.
This genteel fellow smiles and hums all the while, giving any onlooker the impression that he is, at worse, an affable eccentric.
Unless this hypothetical onlooker should closely inspect the sizeable ring upon the gentleman's left hand.
Those who wear jewelry, habitually remove it when washing or scrubbing their hands.
Even if they were wearing the ring, while beating to death a group of would be assassins, they may habitually remove said ring.
And blood gets everywhere.
In contrast, the suit was heavenly white.
Monday, 3 September 2018
Day 247
It was so easy, to a child's mind, to reach up and grab one of the brightest stars, then hold it close tho their chest in a warm embrace.
So why couldn't they just do that?
The child pondered and pondered and came to the following conclusion: the star was too far away and their arms were too short.
So the child reasoned, that they simply had to find a closer sky and reach it with longer arms.
Well nighttime waters, look an awful like the night sky up above. And the child's sister could reach all the highest shelves in the neighborhood.
All they needed to do was have their sister reach down and grab a star for them!
It couldn't fail!
So why couldn't they just do that?
The child pondered and pondered and came to the following conclusion: the star was too far away and their arms were too short.
So the child reasoned, that they simply had to find a closer sky and reach it with longer arms.
Well nighttime waters, look an awful like the night sky up above. And the child's sister could reach all the highest shelves in the neighborhood.
All they needed to do was have their sister reach down and grab a star for them!
It couldn't fail!
Day 246
As I continued to slog through the manifestation of futility, known as cleaning my room, more and more I was faced with a disturbing notion.
That this may not actually be my room.
I recognized the eclectic collection of do-dads and accessories both as they were and where they came from. I can recall a time when I wore these strange combinations of outfits, though the memories were rarely recent.
Entire sections of my humble library were made up of unopened books. Scraps of paper upon which was scribbled in my had; words whose origin I cannot determine. Were these my thoughts once, or a message recorded at the behest of another.
Whose life had been living with these things?
What stranger occupied my space?
And what was more: who I was to feel such a foil to this nonperson?
Where was I to be found in all of this unrecognizable rubble?
And so, with all of these assorted nick-knacks and trinkets scattered about, I set out to assemble the puzzle that the pieces should show me.
Anything, to avoid actually cleaning my room...
That this may not actually be my room.
I recognized the eclectic collection of do-dads and accessories both as they were and where they came from. I can recall a time when I wore these strange combinations of outfits, though the memories were rarely recent.
Entire sections of my humble library were made up of unopened books. Scraps of paper upon which was scribbled in my had; words whose origin I cannot determine. Were these my thoughts once, or a message recorded at the behest of another.
Whose life had been living with these things?
What stranger occupied my space?
And what was more: who I was to feel such a foil to this nonperson?
Where was I to be found in all of this unrecognizable rubble?
And so, with all of these assorted nick-knacks and trinkets scattered about, I set out to assemble the puzzle that the pieces should show me.
Anything, to avoid actually cleaning my room...
Day 245
Don't forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he always wanted: he lived happily ever after."
And then the half mad genius with the giant heart flies off into the clouds with our hero as credits roll.
And the child I was, watches it all with a little sadness.
Because it's over.
They lived happily ever after.
And yet I'm sad.
I'm sad because it's ended.
Endings are sad. This is implanted in me from a young age, and whether I'm aware of it or not, I keep this notion with me.
But something else is linked to this bizarre notion: happiness endings are sad. Therefore: happiness is sad.
I fear and avoid happily ever after.
Because ever "ever after" is just another way of saying "till the end" and endings are still sad.
So, how do we embrace happiness?
Don't worry about the ever after, because that comes after. Just try to live happily.
Live for that flying machine.
And then the half mad genius with the giant heart flies off into the clouds with our hero as credits roll.
And the child I was, watches it all with a little sadness.
Because it's over.
They lived happily ever after.
And yet I'm sad.
I'm sad because it's ended.
Endings are sad. This is implanted in me from a young age, and whether I'm aware of it or not, I keep this notion with me.
But something else is linked to this bizarre notion: happiness endings are sad. Therefore: happiness is sad.
I fear and avoid happily ever after.
Because ever "ever after" is just another way of saying "till the end" and endings are still sad.
So, how do we embrace happiness?
Don't worry about the ever after, because that comes after. Just try to live happily.
Live for that flying machine.
Day 244
Oh eff it!
I'm a li'l bi drunk and a lot tired. So why not write anything.
I don't know has bee coming to mind more and more.
What do you want?
I don't know.
What would you change if you could change anything?
I don't know.
Where do you want to meet for coffee-
GODDAMMIT rule of three: I DON'T KNOW!
I'm a li'l bi drunk and a lot tired. So why not write anything.
I don't know has bee coming to mind more and more.
What do you want?
I don't know.
What would you change if you could change anything?
I don't know.
Where do you want to meet for coffee-
GODDAMMIT rule of three: I DON'T KNOW!
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