Bubbles have a way of surfacing despite your best intention of pushing them down and covering them up. And when they do, they burst and become nothing?
I wish i could capture that moment today, when the headlight of a car cast a strong white light on the smoothly paved walkway, and how the large expense of walkway was highlighted by the multitude of small fallen yellow flowers. It was a harsh yet eye catching sight. And I wonder why sometimes people are attracted to such uncomfortable imageries.
Father Time what is it that you are teaching me? By whose yardstick do I measure you? Why do you appear in so many forms? What is your purpose in life?
Cupid, what is it that you are teaching me? Is it biology or chemistry or maybe you are the master painter, wielding a brush over my canvas. Do you sit down with Father Time over coffee and make small talk about me?
I am human. I am glad that I am only human, not a higher, or more nobel beast. Just human. Blood and tears, flesh and nail. And maybe when I die I can be assured that all my mistakes, sorrow and injustices are just a couple of specks of dust, so small they disappear into thin air.
Can't keep my thoughts flowing. Medicine kicked in. Peace. Out.
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