Of Cheese and Dogs

     I finally got it.  Life shouldn't be like this.  Not everything is dark and gloomy; and it's definitely not about how much you can sulk without feeling sick to your stomach.  Life is unfair sometimes -- Granted! But letting the unfairness of it dictate our lives is, plainly stated, just stupid.  Throughout our stay on earth, bad things are bound to happen, and it's not because you deserve it--most of the time anyway--but just because we're here.  The universe is not out to get you, it has better things to do than to mess around with you. So trying to blame someone for something in particular for our misfortunes, is like trying to blame a mouse for eating a piece of cheese left on the floor for two straight days.  If we live long enough, things are bound to happen--good and bad.  I hadn't really grasped that idea until recently, not until the cheese was gone and the mouse ended up getting eaten by my dog.  That was my epiphany.  We are all mice; at times, the universe loses a piece of cheese that we happen to stumble upon, and sometimes, well, the dogs just happen to get loose.

Midnight delusions (repost)

3 and counting....tic tac tic tac...sounds of the neverstopping clock 

resound in my head...an image, a face is pictured inside my brain...

smiles  produced by the sound of one word and miles of empty space 

lie in between the specters who dwell so far appart that only the moon

touching the sun could be more real...3 and counting...tic tac tic tac...

sounds of the neverstopping clock. 

without recolection

I can’t write.  I can’t write about something i have no recolection of

A walk through the Woods where time stood still and

A waterfall that was the background to the beginning of

A story  that ended prematurely.

I can’t speak. I can’t speak about unfinished culinary projects

Red wine and italian food as starters for amazing nights and

 Desserts that came to be due to

lots of imagination and desire.

I can’t smell.  I can’t smell bouquets of flowers

Lilies and tulips that were never sent and

Chocolates which should have been eaten

Just to stop other cravings

And I can’t Imagine. I can’t imagine a life where

Woods and waterfalls didn’t evoke an image of beauty and

Wine and deserts didn’t bring out  flavours of perfection and

Tulips and chocolates didn’t create a scent of  perpetuity.

But l can’t write nor speak about any of it… I have no recolection.