Another day lies in ruins of the tumultuous decisions that needed a course and a direction worthy of an infant imagination. Maybe it is the motor skills or maybe it is the gratification of absolute stupidity which overpowers simple human thought.
It starts with an appalling ride constantly on the brink of a back breaking and laborious journey on a beastly yet trivial destination. The paradoxical ride to a glory withheld within the confines of absurdity. The next 540 minutes belong to comatose induced subjugation, a pitiful state of oblivion. And miraculously, there is an odd sign of life. Far away in the corner, there lies the reason of an electrifying resurrection, the kiss of life, a chance of resuscitation, but the time is grueling and we could only pray for the time to end.
And so it ends. …538…539…540…A final cardiovascular jolt and the zombie is no more. Instead there is a lost kid trying to find its way back through a crevice of disparaging pain. But it does complete it. It is the final touch to result in a carefully grafted deliberation. It then just lies there, like the calm before the storm, except that there would be no storm. And although it may be dark, that is the only sign of light.
At the end of it all, it is the orifice on the face which come together, and spread wide and far from the valley of tulips to the serene brook which blankets the vanity of the disdainful existence that is me.
