Just another day

Long, amusing Saturday nights, serenading into something beautiful, followed by lazy Sunday afternoons, the mind zoned out to an alternate universe, trying to create and recreate the ghost of a long forgotten dream, refusing to wake up �" I guess thats how I would describe most of my weekends. 

After deliberating for a long time, in a semi-conscious state, I would rise to the sound of life on high alert, and not care, waiting for something supernatural to happen. 

It was always possible to trip on level ground, because life was always on high alert. You wouldn't know when one threat turned into another, and multiplied a thousand times over. So I had decided to stop giving it anymore thought than

those brief,occasional moments of panic, when the child in my head would try to resurface and assert that it knew best.

I tried not to be guilty of the same old thing, talking more about less and less, and remembered that I could not make homes out of human beings. The world was only a senseless story with little dolls with plastic faces, that were toxic when burned.