Monologue 3.

Monologue 3.

A Chapter by Glen Yumang Manese

Through the Eye of the Lens

Monologue 3.

Haven't seen you in a long time.
How you doing?
I'm fine.
How about you?
I'm great.
You know you ain't fine.
I'm not great!
Two rights make a wrong.
You scribble down any new songs.
Not as of late, two kids and a wife will have that effect.
You do what's best for your family. Everything else takes a FAD sideshow.
You do what you got to do.
You know family and friends even become nonessential for a while.
Remember that saying; you can count only on your one hand, who really matters.
Your best friend is always on the inside.
No matter which hand you choose. Without that thumb supporting you each and everyday.
Life can get complicated fast and furious style.
Family is that mechanism.
The blood you're born with sometimes does not pan out in that equation.
They are family; but they are not your friends.
The other four fingers come and go. Intermingle with one another; yet there is a separation between each one.
We're all connected somehow or another. That separation at times does not run as deep as before.
You lose track of time or otherwise.
On things that you focus on 100%.
You take a long haitus for a while.
Do your best to block the thoughts from coming out.
They keep you up at night; sometimes days.
People do not understand you.
You do not need to explain anything to them.
They see the emptiness of their lives only. You see the view in panoramic.
Only what matters in their immediate circle is important.
Nothing else matters.
Never focus on the otherside.
Opinions are senseless.
Comic relief at the nonsense gets you through the mess.
You laugh and go about your business. Personal space is mine.
Finding time to jot words down is my personality.
Yours is yours over there.
Keep your distance.
I have a lot on my mind.
So do you.
S**t happens all the time in my head.
I'm true as my conviction.
Emotions do not play in my understanding of life.
Never will; I like being stoic.
If there was purpose for thin skin.
I choose not to be; my armor is diamond plated.
Goes right to serve me; down to the color, cut and clarity.
You can burn me.
Freeze the core to maximum.
I like being under pressure.
Or I would never be who I am.
A whole person with a multifaceted emblem. I protect my rights at the core. Not let the decision making come for what keeps me alive.
You have mentors in this novel.
Mine lays in a crypt.
She gave me everything; now my time is to give back the best way I know how.
Mom told me never to back down.
Never hide the truth.
Do not keep the words under the bed in balls of paper.
Like their just trash for me to clean up. Someone might take your words seriously; one day.
Open those balls of paper; see the meaning was hiding out of sight.
They will have impact; whether negative or positive.
The world works both ways.
You must accept; who you are in life. Everything else is hard work.
Some just view hard work.
You have a gift; do not waste what is given.
Accept the responsibility for who is you.


© 2020 Glen Yumang Manese


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A.K.A. FAD Series V: Through the Eye of the Lens


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Glen Yumang Manese
Glen Yumang Manese

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