We came back home and kissed. A quick lunch later, we put our feet up to rest. One half of the bed was tired, lumpy and crumpled. The other half was a little too crisp, too restless and jumpy. The contrast perhaps a manifestation of the variety of emotions. With something like this staying balanced is like walking on a tightrope; emotions sway wildly from one end to the other, like a malfunctioning metronome. I know there are several challenges yet to come. Pain, as I have come to learn, is inevitable. I am sure there will be ups and downs, triumphs and shortcomings still to come - no more day dreaming about frolicking on meadows in the summer, thank you very much. After all, with something this huge, it pays to be realistic.

Still, there's something about the destination. Perhaps, it's not where it is or what it implies. Perhaps it's simply because the wheels are in motion. That there is a goal, that status quo is broken.

After several blank pages, there are words and lines starting to form again. Being human, we resume, curious again about how the book ends.

I thought it was "Those three words are said too much, then not enough... ", which was pretty much the high point of my drive to work. And then I just had to go do a Google search and check out the lyrics. Turns out it actually was "Those three words are said too much. They're not enough". Boring! I hate the internet. Want to go back to the days of audio tapes and headphones that covered both ears and most of my hair.

A crippled dog or a graceful flamingo?
Just a matter of perspective, my friend.

A sprig of parsley in my hot chocolate.
A unique blend; several different drinks being poured out of the same machine. Hundreds of individual minds with their individual tastes forced to choose between the same 5 buttons. Their individual tastes influenced by their individual moods. Their moods influenced by all the little episodes in their life so far. Of triumph and defeat. Of desires fulfilled and otherwise. Their moods conditioned to an insane extent by the way they are expected to live their lives. Their moods influencing the choice of drink as much as the choice of drink influencing their moods. The hot chocolate is now merely chocolate, and the parsley continues to float defiantly.
The bright green dot announces itself with a loud pop as I sip the chocolate and pretend to taste the parsley and enjoy the blend.

One (more) reason it works between us:

She: lol

sh, awk... you sed it

A zillion points for you.

I feel so old.
So cold.
I feel
Alone.
Helpless.
Dejected.
Vain.
Insignificant.
Charming.
Horny.
Impotent.
A wreck.
Flatulent.
Restless.
Like dancing.
And cowering in a corner.

But the one thing I don't feel...
Is lonely.
And for that I am grateful.

A mind storm, space truckin', helter-skelter
Cellophane flowers and lemon trees
A crazy train, a magic carpet ride

Open your eyes, you're out of control
Under pressure, act naturally

Hush, let it be, I'm so tired
Dream on alone on the hill

It's all right now
Numb.

- An anonymous worker in Richard Cory's factory.