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Azizi & the dinosaur
A long time ago, someones told me that I’d break a lot of hearts and leave a trail of destruction and pain wherever I go, I laughed in their faces of ignorance. They don’t know me. Hardly. I thought.
It’s different now. Maybe circumstance rearranged the faces of ignorance. I wear a face of masked serenity over a chaotic ding of trains. It seems.
I noticed how I stopped thinking much at night before I sleep. Masks torn off worn another layer of self-regard, fragile at the seams. Often, as it is, the self and the ego tug and pull at heartstrings of strangers who dipped into the bowels of consciousness left at their feet for inspection. A list of do’s and dont’s will be drawn up and distributed to anyone who cared to listen.
Finally, a judgement call.
You’d then find out who you actually are according such sources. As if, you couldn’t figure it out yourself. You needed the help, you needed the guidance– to be told who you are, what you think and how you see.
Is there a blue dinosaur in the room?
Maybe I have aged since. I don’t see colours like I used to.
Only the dinosaur.
One Tuna Bait Hurled
- owllow replied:
sigh….sad sad sad…but that’s the path we all go through
May 5th, 2008 at 16:27:49. Permalink.
