Difficult times fun people. Fun times difficult people.

What do i say. Its like the universe conspires to keep ne in check. Never show fun to this woman the proton and anti proton decided when the being eas still sub atomic. And somehow they have made such a good poa that they r still doing well... as planned.
If ard me everything stimulates and culminates in a good time. Varying degrees of good there  but, good nonetheless. There will always be people who stick their noses so high up in the air that their kind begin to look so like a specimen of darwinian theory.
So there the great place and time go down the drain. No sorry n there the stuff goes up in smoke into a place abv stratosphere..... then there r times when the place suck but who u r with matters and thts as good as it gets i guess.

Strings.

What holds us back. An imaginary line? What boxes us in actually keeps others out. What holds them back? Their own sense of contentment? Moral high ground? Their perception of situations? Situations are not always as they seem. A messy old man in a wrinkled suit arrested for suspicion of carrying a loaded gun... a beautiful doe eyed little girl of 13 smiling innocently big eyes appealing is assumed to be hiding a bunch of flowers for her mom back home. She goes home. Moms killed with an axe. Crime scene drenched in blood. His wife meanwhile waiting for the flower bunch he brings home every friday.
Things are never as they seem. Strings arenever as harmless as they look. They could b coated with glass powder... with poison.
Who knows.
Does anyone else care but u...?

Chills

The day starts chilly. Breathe in and breathe out. Remember to live each breath as it is ur last. Never regret coz i have and it screws with ur head for a long time to come. Weird. Truen

Bad call. Bad judgement.

I was on the phone. Loosing my cool. Feeling my time being violated. But who am i to say all tat when the time isnt mine in the true sense. The sense of ownership has happed with them earlier who am i to tell whats wrong and whats right. Who am i to justify my baggage. Everyone has a story of their own. How wud we know if it remains untold. An untold story is a dark one. A blind one. Turns out the twists and turns cant ve expected even when ur guts not screwed up.
U have ur story. I have mine.
Tell me urs and i might just tell u mine.

So much yet so little

Theres so much to do... yet so little gets done. We wish we had more time. Doesnt everyone? What difference is it going to make? Having more time? What u cant handle in the time thats urs will u b able to handle it on borrowed time? How does extra time work when the time thts yours isnt actually yours anymore. What if u have been written off next week. Next day. Next hour. What wud u do with the time that u have. Wud u brood abt it or wud u put a smile on ur face and walk away?

denial

when someones in denial of everything that happens around him. what can u but say. theres nothing that you can do to help. nothing that u can do to complete the circle that life comes in. the circle that would have definitely been started by the denier.
the denier and the denyie :P i think thats a word made up by me. both being oblivious to the circle themselve.

it was a week to the new years and i realised i wud soon b changing the numbers on my year to 15.... meaning i am soon reaching the terrible thirties. while i  was pondering that i was heading to the beach... where i  was getting pondorous again. At one point i kept seeing one type of shells at every turn... the one thats long and spiral.... so i went up to the water started picking up the shells which hit my foot when i stood in the water. The chill waves breaking at my calf. The sand beneath my foot giving way. as easily as rum lindt in my mouth. At some point i loose balance and move my feet only to be poked by another shell again of the same kind. It was a sign. the Beach was giving me a sign. The universe pushes the things that are meant for you your way. you just have to see it. My elderly girl and me picked up and collected all the shells and she ran away to amuse herself with the tiny beach crabs while i stood looking over the pile a thought struck me... The beach has Something for everyone.
broken shells. beautiful complete shells.
the water. the sand.
lets a person get drenched.
a person to stay dry.
a person to think.
a person to sing.
to stay alive.
to draw the design of death.
to look back.
look forward.
to look beside and lean.
to look the other side and wonder.
The blues of the sea matching the blue mood.
the green of the sea matching the green envy.
the free wind breaking away like my soul.
the piece that just took flight and wishes to soar.