we all are black dogs surrounded by a black fence and tied up with a thin black leash. You know why the leash is thin? Its because when you get freedom, you will atleast look back and appreciate everything you are leaving behind.
Of course I'm not saying that I like you but I'm just trying to figure this out okay. Why a guy would think my car is the reincarnation of his dead grandmother, oh sure it's in the wheel, she rolled like that. And no, I've never tasted carrot ice-cream, or walked in socks filled with oregano. That could be a potentially weird foot fetish.
You tied your harmonica to a helium balloon, you cried when the balloon flew your harmonica away, then bought another harmonica and tied that to another helium balloon. Wait what? Sure, you had an ex girlfriend called Monica though I'm pretty sure it was a cat. And now you hate all cats, the big cats, the small cats. God, you even think monkeys are cats.
For our weekend trip you took three water bottles but forgot the water. Now I have a cactus inside a bottle. For Christmas, you bought a screwdriver and invisible paint and painted the screwdriver with the invisible paint. It didn't turn invisible.
Then on New Year's Eve, you died; for 20 seconds, and I poured a bucket of dish water on your face, you bought me an extra apple as a thank you. I hate apples, so you ate both of them. You don't understand snow, or Pokémon, or Snow Pokémon but you could probably play the piano with your tongue, one might be tempted to say, you make a piano wet. 'Free Coffee' would be your presidential slogan if you ever ran, you hate paying for coffee.
There's a shoelace under your pillow, you like to think you can tie your dreams. You like going to the therapist because you like the sound of the squeaky toy attached to the armrest and the therapist says you're never going be normal. I'm still not saying that I like you but I find normal people boring as fuck.
The morning comes alive with me. Wait. Sounds too dramatic? Well, it ain't ethical to lie in the first line itself too, or is it? But mind you, the truth ain't so pleasant either. It comes, rather with a shrill sound exactly from the other side of the division; louder than my teensy alarm, Mr Snoozy, whose voice on loop is sweet enough, to make my mom turn bananas and every other supposed fruit in the Musaceae family. Anyways, the weather would be fine, as long as Ms Sun is happy, her mellowed kids beaming. I've been suspecting her of treachery though lately, with her plans to distribute UV Rays as Christmas gifts. Yes, shamelessly. Oh you might have heard of zephyrs too? Early morning beauties, so they are. But let's just call them winds O fella, life ain't all about fancy names afterall. I greet them a hello; a sly smile, the all I have. In return, as expected; a cool gust of their existence crowds in, from places unknown. I wasn't that naïve to play detective in my middle school years, you see. The recently trimmed layers of my hair, claim my attention, swaying alongwith their thresholds, back and not forth, finally finding a gravity for their own kind. Did I tell you I'm cruel? I sentence them a bun, the first thing in the morning. Aish. Feel free to curse me Human, but I know a thing more cruel-er. Don't say you never considered Hunger one of the nominees. You were never so greatly mistaken if you deem it as innocent, I tell you. Don't cater to its needs, and see for yourself. High-time I get my weight off the bed. A look at it, and the look it gives me back. The creases on the sheets are barely few, like a beautiful woman in her early 30's wrinkles. I was born lazy to straighten them up anyway. My mind stops and smiles, reasoning me it was a night well slept. It's a crazy mass of blood vessels and nerves, I know, I still haven't figured out the connection how, it associates the creases and my deep sleep inversely proportional. Motion sure has made our life difficult, it seems. You can never bid a bye to the room without witnessing a birdy quarrel from the half-cut tree, still managing to breathe outside. An old man without limbs and memory malfunction. When did you think only humans had homes? A crow and a cuckoo, not all who lay their children in others' nest are to be blamed, and not all who are left with them, leave them parent-less. The world is still a beautiful place.
Yet, of all the things that tempt me to look, to witness, to ponder, to tread a step more, to breathe a scent galore, explore; all the greens, and the sweet callings of the nature; I never understood why, I've always liked my curtains closed.