Ramblings 5

Invariably I move on a self destructing path.....My circuit overloaded by memories and wishes, hopes and fantasies......

Remaining still is an option advocated by my lucid mind....Giving in is the chime I hear when I lay my head at night........Beautifully synchronised bodies is what my blueprint unfolds.....Remarkably clad in overtones of pleasurable splendor......Oooowws and aahhs are the rumblings I hear from the pit of my stomach and chasing them is the question of who.....

Who pulls your strings, who saps strength while giving same to you, who cherishes the moments of memorable youth when total trust was a part of your spirit, who recognises the little girl in the corner of your mind, who makes her reach for Daddy, who stills her heart...uncovers her passion in the way he taught....lessons of taste and patient painful indulgence echo in the back of your mind bringing to the forefront the times when.....you knew who?

But in an instant of clarity you realise that it is not enough......when you no longer care.....when you connect the dots which were always there manifest in the doubts and empty joy after the glow.......manifest in the unanswered questions you never found the nerve to ask....manifesting the weakness of an unholy union.

In an instant you also realise that those prayers of yours have been answered, when you look around and breathe in the changes and the task remains for you to walk through the door.