Dinner was cold. Tasteless and repugnant from hours spent waiting for a girl that never arrived. Lonely dinner plate discarded into a leaky sink, you don’t know where I’ve been, what I’ve seen. Give me peace and I will give you an explanation. They get no peace. Peace is for those who work hard, who toil, who suffer. Who wants to suffer? No one at the table knows what that word truly means. They’re tired, and conversation has been stifled by a loud absence. They are afraid. They wait. But it’s all in vain. They are tired. Wine bottle empty into dirty glasses into dirty mouths infecting dirty minds fueling dirty deeds. They are tired. The dynamics of the table shift and sink into and out of a comfortable or tolerable rhythm. It is late. The table dwellers begin to hunger, to worry, to wonder if all of this waiting is really worth the trouble. Trouble. Chaos. They create it and live in its comfortable mess. Happy within its fluid confines. Trouble can be found anywhere. Trouble can be sought. Is that what they’ve done? Are they seeking out such turmoil? Never mind, never mind such things are nonsense who speaks this way why would anyone want to live such a miserable life let’s just be happy and drunk and pretend the world is as bright as we painted it all those solemn years ago. Let’s go to sleep. Yes let’s lay down in the living room here and drown in the pillowy cushions and doughy conversation. Let’s ignore the empty seat, the abandoned plate and the still water glass. This is our time and we are young. We will be young all our lives so we might as well enjoy it. We are so tired. Tired and weary and worn dry from the terrors and toils of the world and its unbearable burden placed heavy on our backs. We are good people why should it happen to us. So tired, so tired and now sad. Sadness always follows a lovely evening even if the evening had a few hiccups…but c’est la vie darling that’s life and we’re living the hell out of it. Young, so young. Tired, so tired. Let’s sleep now yes, an endless sleep now and we drift quietly into a space completely our own. Free of our trouble and struggle and forgetful children. Yes let us sleep now. Peace, finally peace. A place without our troubles.
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11/11/2019 09:05:25 am
Stones are not really that interesting, at least not to me. Of course, I know that there are certain people who will think otherwise. I am not really going to tackle my opinion on stones any much longer, though. I hope that your blog gets the attention of the people who are actually interested in it. I did enjoy reading your take, but I am just not invested in the idea of it. Well, I hope that you succeed in your career in blogging.
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