Thursday, September 1, 2011

Still traveling yet staying put

Of late good moods visit me rarely and manifest in such fragile shape. A delicious-looking bubble like something out of Willy Wonka's candy factory will catch my eye as it drops slowly from the sky. As it approaches, I am aware of it's fragility, believe in its sweetness and accept it. Unfortunately because it looks so delicious, I let it break on my tongue just before realizing that its made of something more soap-like, leaving only bitterness, confusion and a rude snap back to reality.

Outside my imagination it looks more like me making a scene out of something insignificant, inconsequential and unimportant; endangering the things I hold dear.



I miss Dad.