“Living inside a fantasy world inside one’s own mind can be dangerous they said. Still it is much better here, than anywhere else, so why should I want to leave?“ Gun Roswell
I don’t really have a life, do I?
Life?
What is this thing everyone keeps talking about – life?
It is a rather difficult of a concept to grasp
And someone even suggested it doesn’t that long last?
So why then bother?
Why not simply live inside the most perfect make believe world?
Created by the twisted mind and then oneself having into it hurled
But, by choice, as all the many voices there
Bring comfort and care, never ever despair
And so, the conclusion?
Is there life outside one’s mind?
Or is all of it out there simply a concoction of someone much smarter?
“I no longer believe in the Easter Bunny, and I’m beginning to wonder about Santa Claus. But I believe wholeheartedly in 47” Sarah Dolinar
Forty-Seven
The Culprit:
Maybe I am an alien With a devilish plan
“Hello, I am Specialist 47 Delighted to make your acquaintance Please find attached my credentials For some mind maintenance”
Resident of Earth since 1947 Successfull mind melds, total of 47 000 000 047 47 more years to beat Until my mission is complete
My contact information 4747 Galaxy Boulevard A short promenade A right down the hall Or give me a call My mobile number 555-4747 Thank you for your confirmation
“I no longer believe in the Easter Bunny, and I’m beginning to wonder about Santa Claus. But I believe wholeheartedly in 47” Sarah Dolinar
Forty-Seven
The Proof:
The time is now, 00.47 Roswell 1947 Film, 47 Minutes Waterford Greenwich 47-piece Flatware Set Exit 47 47 followers London Bus Routes – 47/N47 4711 Eau de toilette Level 47 Walkthrough Agent 47 47 Ronin U.S. Code › Title 47 The 47 Society 47 likes on Facebook page 47 mints in the box
“They’re all ganging up now, against us, against the world, against all, and trust me, they will, win ;p“ Gun Roswell
Cool and the Gang of Cats
The ominous clouds, gathered in the tall skies The streets empty, devoid of all kind of life Except, well, that is when, they, stepped in Those supposed friends, of this, hooman kin
Soon enough, each and every nook and cranny Are filled up to the hilt with them sitting on their fannies Taking over each and every vacant corner and lot Yes, most definitely, they have some all consuming plot
As the furriest of characters, make their claim On this small planet, where life, well, let’s face it, is lame The growing sounds of the purrs and meows Are totally scaring off any other being, even the cows
But the point here really is, to take over the world And en masse, the furry felines, are certainly heard Their agenda still, the guess as good as any really Then again, all of us, surrendered surprisingly freely
After several moments of collective breath holding Awaiting for the inevitable to be soon enough unfolding But then as if reading the quivering masses an out The leader, or at least assumed to be, give out a shout
The demand list, has finally been delivered to the front door To those ones whom the felines assumed to be the top dogs After reading the list, assumed to be the end Was actually really nice, and nothing there to defend
The few request, of fresh tuna, catnip and occasional belly rubs on the top Were quickly reciprocated to the cool gang at the docks And soon peace landed on over the land of all As the cats, yes those ones, ate their fish and had a ball
Maybe, we, hoomans, are better off with these leaders After all, they demand so little and are not cheaters The trick here might be to just co-exist and adore The furry leaders, keeping us happy, and in awe
“Happy Friday the 13th. Satan texted me saying watch my back…With a winky face.”
Friday, the 13th?
The tale told below Was it based on a true story? Or just pure fiction?
That, my dear reader Is for the writer to know And for you to enjoy!
As I arrived in the office, the place seemed more quiet than usual.
At least this early in the morning.
Sitting in my seat, pondering, where everyone else were.
No emails, no calls No contacts at all Had I mistaken? Or too early awoken? Was this a wrong day? A Saturday, a Sunday?
Thinking about it, the traffic had been oddly light. Even though it had been early morning time.
After a few hours of waiting in solitude, people I had never seen, entered the room. Talking in strange languages, sounding like a record been played back the wrong way. I was observing them. They did not seem to notice me.
Passing me by Wondering why Seemed like a dream So unreal did it seem
I tried to greet one of them. I kept repeating Hello, hello, HELLO!
But unnoticed Even by the closest Visitor did I go
Getting irritated, I did no longer hesitate. Jumped in front of the nearest stranger. I did not feel I was in any danger. Waved my arms and shouted. Like a mad person undoubted
. But nothing, no nothing stirred the strangers. As if I wasn’t even there…
Maybe, just maybe I had turned invisible Or maybe, It was all, just a dream
“The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever” Jacques Yves Cousteau
Calm Seas
A long walk behind me, legs giving up, trying, to get somewhere, where I can finally relax. Not one soul have I encountered for a long while, I did not even realize the time, just kept on walking, the only talking, was done to myself, by myself. Clueless, helpless, dragging myself forward, as more time passes by.
But then, something, a new odour, alerted my nose. Sniffing, thinking, this, is familiar. Something fresh like a breeze, maybe, with a touch of salt? I fasten my pace, walking towards the smell, my nose the only guide.
As I am walking, ney, half running towards the intoxicating smell, I can feel a cool breeze against my face. Sounds of what seems made by birds, fill my ears and get louder by the minute. Dare I hope this is what I think it is? Yes, it must be, and now, now I am running. Feeling the moistness in the wind, the sounds of waves crashing in.
Soon, I reach the end of my journey, standing, on the top of a cliff. Looking down, nothing but miles and miles of seashore. Sand and rock, blue ocean waves, birds a flocking in the distance. Fluffy white clouds, a little sunshine between them. The horizon blurred, with the sea and sky, blue on blue, in different hues. No one else has entered this paradise. It is almost undisturbed, as if no one else of this place has ever heard.
This, is the place, a place for me to finally sit down, and relax, enjoy myself, find myself. Heck, maybe I just settle down here, forever!
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