Sunday 4 March 2012

Do you even think

or do you just act
do you just fling your thoughts at people without pre warning them
hoping they will be able to manage with it all
like a huge pile of washing
dropping things as they struggle

do you even notice the pain you cause in your tiny moments of jumbled up words
that are flying all over the room, as they hit these people like lightening
if we were to tell you, would you feel defensive, would you blame it on the moment of time, the sadness of your existence, the boredom you surround yourself in

would we ever tell you this is how it is for us sometimes
this is how it feels for us at times
this is what it looks like
your strength of opinion and our mere existence battling out till you overthrow us with experience and win
until you grind us down to pepper that just sprinkles itself carelessly all over the plate
that gets forgotten and life rolls on with the punches

we would never upset you with it
we would never change you for it
we would just like to offload it somewhere
to type it out so quickly and think about it later
to store it as a memory and a reminder for years to come
so that when we do look back fondly over our passing and ageing lives we can take a moment and see it without the frosted glass hiding the truths - as it does to us all so well


we all sit and remember our previous times and always remember half
only half is allowed you see
to see it all would be too much
that would mean we'd have to admit some fault in it all
and that is too much for anybody
so it goes like this
you have two sets of people
those that remember the good
those that remember the bad
obviously there are sub categories in both of these two groups
you also have those without a rake to pull up the past
and those that carry a rake around like an actual limb
and yes this is how it goes

but for now I am breaking the boundaries a little
as I am mentioning the good and the bad simultaneously amongst the same page
hoping nobody will tell on me just now..

Always been a rebel

Sunday ponder, Sunday offload, Lazy Sundays at its best!

Toodle x

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