They came visiting me a couple of months ago, or was that several years ago … I don’t live in the in-time, and hence am not attached to such trivialities.
The months, the seasons, the days and nights are all the same to me. Between them there are no borders, unlike those you find between nations, cultures and cute immigration officers. I often tell myself, perhaps to pacify the idea of these retards … the maladroitness of how the in-time is managed in Asia Pacific by those who promise the Moon and the Sun can be rather tragic.
“… and do you go to your office?” she asked, eager to know many other things. Prying is an Asian trait.
“O, I work from erm .., here” I’d say I work in bed or the hotel bed, but O that can be very deceiving for most especially in Asia!
“from home? how convenient” she added, looking at me with that air.
“You meant, smarter?”
She disliked the idea I am smarter there. I have been working everywhere with whatever limited technology devices or gadgetries on flexitime. What more can you ask — you make do with whatever you have so long as the tasks get done … utter bliss. I do not yet entertain clients … am not in the servicing industry, besides, my exposure in the rag industry a thousand years ago served me well now. You make do with brushing the colour on the lips without the mirror, compact or otherwise.
Impromptu … toujours mes amours
And now back to my past. It seems the messages I’m getting lately is quite muddled in that world. He wants to come back it seems. We’ve not even touched yet yes, I must admit, I did breathe him rather deeply. That was years ago. Yes I did love him. He has been married since, according to a friend who’s working in his outfit — now that’s convenient.
I don’t even see the person in him anymore, I mean, he has changed.
His latest mugshot is showing signs of … something I can’t even delineate. It seems too far down in a story that somehow never ended. Yes, I did miss him. So much. It took me several years to come to terms with another separation. It seems when I inch closer to someone, they leave or by the hands of kismet, we separate. I am so used to being alone, so used to being unloved, so used to being forgotten, so used to being untouched.
How’s that for closure? — Acta est Fabula!
My Muslim and Buddhists friends would be too eager to say that it is all fate — bullocks! I hate that simpleton concept. It’s too simple to let go of one’s … shortcomings when one fails to at least kiss, once.
A breath is too precious to even contemplate such … abstraction.
Just when I’m ready to move forwards, to heal the past and … O for Heavens’ sake it has been seven years to date, and the Foundation needs to be there, working on issues that need closure. And that too, has been drudging for the past four years … too many promises, too many lies; and people say I don’t know the difference between right and wrong.
I don’t live in the in-time where polarities reign for Faust’s sake! I expect promises yesterday, not two thousand years from just now!
Sometimes I wish, it’d be much easier to just let them all rot in their mud. My conscience is very clear … like water. And no men has the right to talk of pride when it comes to living from within the Heart! That’s utter mind talk! And the ego has no place where Love, Is. Besides none of them are lining up are they?
I do miss home despite the years. It has been such a long time. Too many winters without the Sun can be difficult for many to endure, but home has changed since the frogs decided to be Napoleon instead.
Are there still wars in the Age of Awakening?
I can still break the walls built
Even if ‘Izrā’īl still holds
the souls of the dead
Between Adn and, Jerusalem
Knowing that you don’t have much time in a ‘lifetime’ is the most liberating impression to experience besides kissing — sometimes flipping over to the other side can push you to really live Life the way it is intended
No more tears — I have stopped crying for millennials!