A Sideways Glance at Reality...
A Sideways Glance At Reality...
They looked longingly at reality. But never recognized it, even as they stared it dead in the face.
“What were they looking for?”
They weren’t sure. But they hoped that when they saw it, they’d recognize it, whatever “It” was.
It was the search for a righteous man, woman, or child. Never to be found, as each attempt to find one….“Just one!” slid like mud down a hill in a hellacious downpour. They didn’t notice though. Because they couldn’t determine whether the mud was what they were seeking or not.
Too damn bad their moral compass broke a long time ago, leaving them no way out, stragglers caught on the road at night, with thieves and people dressed as thieves standing on the road's edge, just waiting.
Night lasts forever, under those circumstances, with daylight an eternity away.
And then, once the thieves are no longer in my line of sight, they seem to disappear, like ghosts, haunting the space between my ears. The worst place for a ghost.
There are enough thieves living there, to begin with.
Bust'a Crab
They looked longingly at reality. But never recognized it, even as they stared it dead in the face.
“What were they looking for?”
They weren’t sure. But they hoped that when they saw it, they’d recognize it, whatever “It” was.
It was the search for a righteous man, woman, or child. Never to be found, as each attempt to find one….“Just one!” slid like mud down a hill in a hellacious downpour. They didn’t notice though. Because they couldn’t determine whether the mud was what they were seeking or not.
Too damn bad their moral compass broke a long time ago, leaving them no way out, stragglers caught on the road at night, with thieves and people dressed as thieves standing on the road's edge, just waiting.
Night lasts forever, under those circumstances, with daylight an eternity away.
And then, once the thieves are no longer in my line of sight, they seem to disappear, like ghosts, haunting the space between my ears. The worst place for a ghost.
There are enough thieves living there, to begin with.
Bust'a Crab