I don’t have a book, life happens and I can’t write it. Reasons to become a character are specially challenging, in five minutes the photographer was a step higher than the hatsukoi and the intimacy of a phone call ranks like a touch. Peace is what we aim for, silence is a song, when the assumption is made that chaos is the preference, we continue with the original building plans. Alice gave everyone more than two chances, we’re all human after all and yet… the sleeper agent had twenty-four hours to report her alive. He thought of a trip to the mountains, twelve hours of his own to find the why to her high ransom. After the dusk turned to sunrise and coffee, breakfast and kisses had been served, he wasn’t so ready to turn her in. All she needed to know was that at last he’d been found, she had fallen in love with one of the rest and it had started to bleed. I would prefer to fall out of love with who they are than falling in love with what they mean to me and if it wasn’t difficult enough, I still hope to write letters.
Wasting My Time
And if I’m wasting my time
Then nothing could be better
Than hanging on the line
And waiting for an honest word forever
And if you’re saying gooodbye
Please don’t you think me bitter
For recalling every rhyme
From the book, the page, the line, the word, the letter
Well, the window’s turning blue
And the water’s ever-flowing
And I hope I’m not a fool
For laughing at myself as you are going. -White Stripes from “The White Stripes”
If things are difficult, then it is the joy of living that keeps things moving. When we have faith, simple as the turn of the day, music is still worth listening to, smiles are worth straining. When you have a kid running around you wondering a few things about your tears and your face, if the mouths continue downward how is it possible they’re supposed to do better than you? My friends have it hard, my mouth won’t stay shut and out of all this, cannot play the lottery to save my life. But I woke up this morning and if tonight I ever go down, I HOPE that tomorrow’s smile isn’t forced, but sincere and full of seasonal bullshit. Happy Holidays… I guess…
