Engrossed, she hunched over her tab, trying to figure out the best way to place candies. Those delightful coloured cells, bathed in stubborn problems, beckoned her to be their saviour. She was there, almost onto the next level.
Suddenly, the client stormed in. 'We've figured it all out! We just need to work the night.'
'Buddy, hey Buddy, you alive?' Joe whispered under his breath. 'Not for long', Buddy replied slowly. His voice was low, his breathing heavy. 'You gotta listen to me man, make a run for it'. Joe kicked Buddy with his short fat legs. Buddy winced under the pain. 'Don't be stupid. I can't even see. I only hear the rhythm of the death machine, coming closer and closer'. His voice was resigned. He had accepted his faith. Joe was annoyed. 'Don't chicken out, man. All you need to do is to hop over and cross the road. And you'll be free'. As his buddy let out a sigh, Joe realised it was a gasp. The indifferent machine had routinely sliced through Buddy's heart and trimmed him into neatly-cut nuggets. Just like that, his life was over. It was Joe's turn now.
She: I don't know what to do, doctor.. Therapist: Well, how does that make you feel? She: I don't...know. It makes me feel happy, alive, on top of the world. All sadness vanishes... It makes me feel..high. Therapist: That's a good thing, isn't it? She: Initially it feels good, but then I'm consumed with guilt. It's wrong, just wrong and I can't stop it. Help me Doctor, please! Therapist:.... She: I'm addicted! To KFC.
"You are mean", the dog whimpered. "What did I do?" I asked, surprised. "You said, 'oh what a cute pig', when I fell into the mud". Snorting on my laughter, I offered helpfully, "Umm.. that was a compliment.." "So mean." "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be mean. It's just, I don't have a filter." "You are injurious to health."
Twinkling stars Travelling stars Static stars Halogen stars A starry town comes to life At night. Hopes and dreams Lend their wings As this town softly glows. As I watch this sleepy town come to life 14000 feet below.
'You never came back', she looked at him longingly. 'I had to take off', he mumbled. 'How..how could you not feel what I feel? Last night when we were one, when you saw through my dreams and insecurities, when you made me feel loved, did you not feel any of that?' 'Sara', he stopped her. 'Last night was 2 years ago'.
Clobbering utensils Like the high school bell Ring in my head. One after the other and another The cacophony continues. The Universe expands A man shouts, a child cries. Somewhere, my sleep dies. A mother begins singing The child joins in. Mellow laughter Interspersed with utensil-smashing The only way to get some peace, Is to go deaf.