Sunday, 30 November 2008

Trudge on, Trudge away.

Sometimes part of our brain takes an absense of leave without any prior notification, and that's when we start walking into doors and banging things down too loudly unconciously, or slip on something wet ahead on the floor and skip a step or two...

OUCH!

Yup... thats how a partially blank mind gets, followed by scratches or bruises, that sting or ache, and a forlorn tear shimmers its lack of release in the corners of hurt eyes, or finds itself trickling its lonely stream down a cheek, a dimple even, then past the chin...

That tear sometimes glosses over hidden pain and wreathes out the havoc, that hides within, from pains of our pasts, unreleased, un-vented.

Sometimes we just wipe it callously away... and move on, in our blank state of oblivion, repeating our required practiced emoted actions, tirelessly yet so tiresomely so...

In that paradox one finds the everyday-ness of what we call - Life.

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