Category: Weekly state (Page 22 of 26)

Here I sit and wonder, what doth the people do what they do, yonder.

I sit on my small patch of grass, cross-legged and with my mind at ease. I have a single blade of grass in my hand and stroke it gently. If it was a little less fragile, it would probably cut me. But it won’t, maybe it doesn’t even want to.

The sun is shining into my eyes and I let myself get blinded for a while. I pinch my eyes try to see what the others do. They walk around looking for something. They are more successful at looking than me, because they wear sunglasses. Still, I might be better at finding.

I am content that I won’t have to look any further today, I have found a place and something in my hand. I have found the sun and a spectacle to gaze upon. Herds and herds move by me, like a river of sun-glassed clouds in the forms of humans. Is it too many metaphors and analogies? Who even cares.

I Wonder when I will leave this patch of grass. I wonder when I will part ways with this blade of grass. I wonder, when the week starts and when it ends. I wonder who told us to look, for something. I wonder who told me I don’t.

My mind is crossed, just as my legs.

My legs fall asleep. Maybe my mind will, too.

Click clack click clack. It is the hunchback, lurking.

You only appreciate things you had once you truly lost them. For me, it is the ability to bend over. Not to bow, to be submissive but just to pick up that six pack of beer. Oh how I miss the days when I wasn’t aching. How good it felt to not worry.

I know pain is coming. I know it. When that movement comes, my body will tell me how badly I tested it. Even papa is fragile, so I am bowing down here now. Metaphorically, in this text. By not capitalising the word “papa”. The mystical entity forced into submission by worldly powers. I could have never imagined this day would come.

But I will be back, with a healed scar. We will form a body even stronger than ever before. Until then, assist me! Let me know how you are, how your body and mind is keeping in equilibrium. Don’t let the two be separate. Be wiser than papa, be thoughtful. And most importantly, be helping.

Oh my, look at that beautiful boulder roll. I am sure it will end up in a more spherical state this time. How round it has become since I started pushing it.

For whatever reason, I believe that the beauty of the boulder is the final product of my doing. Seeing that I will not reach the end of this incline, I will now focus on the beauty of the task.

The boulder will be shaped again and again. I will take my breaks and you know what, I will even decide when the time has come to start all over and watch that boulder roll down yet again.

My muscles strengthen with every push, my physique will get used to the boulder and in the end, we will stand there, shining. Until I let that boulder roll, one last time. Watching it reflect the sun in its now perfectly spherical shape, creating a surrounding halo effect for everyone who yet to achieve this. It will be marvellous.

Why do we know what we know? We know because someone told us so.

Merlin was sitting in a bathtub filled with lukewarm macaroni when it knocked on the door. It was a leprechaun, a fairly hot one. Not in any temperature way, but good-looking. It may be up to the spectators view but this leprechaun was particularly stunning. Well formed earlobes and a navel to die for.

“It’s me, the stunning leprechaun.”, said the stunning leprechaun, “I have brought spices from the furthers corners of the cracks between the pillows of the couch. Behold!”

The stunning leprechaun tilted its hair back, combed its wavering mane to the left to expose the beautiful left ear. It is known to possess the greatest power of beauty. Amazed by the earlobe and the perfect formula that the left ear represents, Merlin averted his gaze and sunk deeper into the macaroni.

The leprechaun jumped from the door to the siphon, to the floor, onto the toilet and finally sat down on the rim of the bathtub, exposing its now pumped up calves. By sticking the tiny, muscled legs into the macaroni, the whole mass began to heat up.

Merlin, surprised by the heat this generated, pushed themselves up.

“Who have you brought this time, stunning leprechaun?”, asked Merlin.

“The Devil’s Rucola!”, exclaimed the leprechaun, pointing towards the door in a waving motion.

What entered was a Roquefort cheese, shaped like a prism.

“It is me, a prism-shaped Roquefort! I have come to fulfil my destiny. My destiny is going to hell. I will now claim what is mine and melt into the macaroni.”

Merlin didn’t know what was happening and before he knew, the Devil’s Rucola had melted into the mass of macaroni.

“Well, that was weird.”, said Merlin and took a bite of his Extra long Chili cheese sandwich.

For a long time she stared into the pan of frying goodness. It has been some time since she decided to relive the golden memories of fried rice.

It was the summer of no worries, warm, breezy and full of experiences. Free-floating, unoccupied and Bohème. Who knew that only a couple of years later many things would be different.

The onions now went from their white state to a the golden and crispy deliciousness she got to know in that summer. “Why is it always the summers that I remembered so distinctly, so positively?”, she asked herself while stirring around in the oil.

She could still feel the wind in her hair, the sun kissing her cheeks. It was a sight to behold and a scene to be cherished forever. What is left now despite this recipe for sizzling onions leading to a golden mountain of rice?

While spraying the mountain with a dash of hot Chili Sauce, she decides to step out and live for another summer.

“But first, let me sizzle in the sun for a bit. With my sunglasses on, rice on my belly and sweet music playing in the back. Let’s sizzle.”