Rainy Monday The skies are gray Rain falls softly The scent of grass The cold air blowing Looking out of my window A mug of coffee Looking at the gray sky I confess I love rain It's a great morning!
They say I'm melancholic. You say I'm sad My doctor advised me to calm down I don't know what it is But sleep does not bring it's usual comfort I opened the radio and the artist said that He is swimming in an ocean without floor or shore.
"Sweet Sugar Rush" I keep hearing this sound over and over again. "Sweet" and my heart skips a beat. "Divine" and I feel the adrenaline rush through at lightning speed. "Tasty" and oh I can feel it. Were almost there... Just a little more. I feel the sweat trickle from intense concentration. Just a few jellies more. You rub your neck against my leg and I could feel you cheering me on. Yes my pet, just a little more and we will surely triumph. I know you love to see those colorful fishes dance accross the screen. If only you had those opposable thumbs then victory would be quicker. Patience and strategy, that's what we need. Okay hold your breath, here it is! There "SUGAR RUSH"! Okay that's it! Finally spent, another level conquered. Okay let's celebrate! What? You'll lie down while I get the tuna? Black shiny orbs stare me down. Yes my little master time for some milk and tuna!
Inner Mutiny I don't know why i feel this way... Don't have the energy and feeling depressed. Have to battle with intense feelings of dislike and animosity. Fighting with problems of pride, anger and bitterness. Wish that i could be up and peppy but i feel down. In the middle Of my musings I came across a line my friend wrote. Of herself she says"I am a potato in the middle of the ocean seeking solace". This has got me thinking for days. What does it mean? Why a potato? Can't I be a cat that is set on conquering the ocean? A potato seems totally passive, directionless and innate. So today here I am typing clueless. It's 6:30 and my body wont move to the direction it needs to go. It seems like there's some sort of mutiny going on. Pondering whether I should call in sick or just grab my coat and go. Tsk..tsk.. Even my thinking cap seems to be enlisting in the mutiny. For a moment my cat looks at me with eyes full of pity and sympathy. Then he opened his mouth , yawned and went back to sleep.
Silence Why is it that nights are sad? I wish we could talk and reminisce like lovers do But instead here we are two people close beside each other and yet barely saying a word.
