A text message. A sour pill that whether I like it or not, I have to swallow down. A couple of hours later that pill is still half way, it feels like it is stuck in my throat, I am not strong enough to push it down. Not today.
A word. “but”. Probably the word I hate the most. It always implies something, it always carries decisions or statements. Most of the times I disagree with them.
I heard or read it too many times, I am tired of it.
I needed to get out of my room. “You know you cannot stay in here.. This room will never be able to contain all your thoughts”. It is raining out there, I don’t care. I walked for an hour and a half, holding a broken umbrella, following nothing but my feet. There was no destination to reach. Funny enough my feet took me to Southpark. There was no one. Who would ever walk in a park under the rain on a Sunday morning? Out of the traffic and it unpleasant sounds, the rain drummed on my umbrella with more insistence. I was getting wetter and wetter. Who cares about it.
I kept on walking, hoping to find an answer to my questions. I did not find it. I suppose I already know that answer, it is that pill I cannot imbide completely.
Up the hill, there was a big top. The circus is here. No music was coming from it, you could only hear voices talking to each other, they were getting ready for the afternoon show.
Is life just a big circus? Right now I would reply : “Yes it is”. It makes you laugh, it makes you cry, it teases you, it surprises you, it startles you, it stuns you and it confuses you. And at the end of the show, it will leave you alone.
I want this day to be over as soon as possible. I know I will smoke more than the usual today.
A word. “but”. Probably the word I hate the most. It always implies something, it always carries decisions or statements. Most of the times I disagree with them.
I heard or read it too many times, I am tired of it.
I needed to get out of my room. “You know you cannot stay in here.. This room will never be able to contain all your thoughts”. It is raining out there, I don’t care. I walked for an hour and a half, holding a broken umbrella, following nothing but my feet. There was no destination to reach. Funny enough my feet took me to Southpark. There was no one. Who would ever walk in a park under the rain on a Sunday morning? Out of the traffic and it unpleasant sounds, the rain drummed on my umbrella with more insistence. I was getting wetter and wetter. Who cares about it.
I kept on walking, hoping to find an answer to my questions. I did not find it. I suppose I already know that answer, it is that pill I cannot imbide completely.
Up the hill, there was a big top. The circus is here. No music was coming from it, you could only hear voices talking to each other, they were getting ready for the afternoon show.
Is life just a big circus? Right now I would reply : “Yes it is”. It makes you laugh, it makes you cry, it teases you, it surprises you, it startles you, it stuns you and it confuses you. And at the end of the show, it will leave you alone.
I want this day to be over as soon as possible. I know I will smoke more than the usual today.
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