A crowded room,
A lot of chairs,
A lot of people.
Each waiting his fate.... Each fearing his fate, though why should they? Isn't fate the one who brought them here in the first place?
Back ranks as usual, it is always a good spot to observe, a pointless activity that is never indulged.
Repeated sounds, repeated voices.... repeated simply because there is no better substitute for silence.
The den of the familiar, once again... once more.
Waiting is the name of the game, waiting i can live with, at least waiting i can control.
He too is waiting, a white transparent t-shirt... seriously under dressed?
There is more to it. Played with the thought of walking up to him:
"Dude, your nipples are showing."
Making friends with shadows on the wall, they reveal wonders to the searching eye.
Ominous whispers, silent as the breeze. "We know what is in your soul" they seem to say.
A lapse of silence, the lax feeling of time in slow motion.
Distracting for a moment... and then you know it, you have seen all of this before.... you have lived all of this before.
There is a voice inside your head, resurrected from it's slumber.... outrunning reality by just a fraction, taunting it.
"Oh yes... i know, there will be three of them. I knew that" "how?"
"The little voice in my head just told me, why do you ask?"
It is not a revelation, it is the dullness of hindsight, the tedious soul of knowledge that murders uncertainty.
You live with it for a while and then it is gone, back to it's slumber.
A phone call:
"What's going on over there?"
"BS, just a big pile of BS"
7 years ago
3 comments:
I second you on this. The amount of BS is amazing. I jsut experienced one very recently.
Okay I came to wonder one thing do most people spot BS or we are the lucky few if not that may be just may be this is something to be happy about.. we are not part of the blind crowd Just a thought
It is indeed a unique ability, we could call it something like "The BS Detection Sense", or "The BS Radar"
Abbreviated into the "BSDS", and "BSR", respectively.
It might be more a curse than a blessing though. They say:
"where ignorance is a bless, it is folly to be wise"
but somebody once said that an unclouded eye is better no matter what.
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