The 33rd Day of March

Something Different

Blue light shining. It signifys nothing. Brown table wide-set. Heavy and well maintained. Visions of women. Some pretty, some aint. Memories of friends, if you can call them that. Bonfires and bad things, vice ever present… I don't always know what to make of things.

Thin walls don’t talk but you can hear right through them. If it's about the money then it’d be easy. But it ain’t about the money so it gets real complicated. To love and have lost is one thing but I know right where she's at. To be surprised is easy when you maintain naive. But when you’ve lost all that, it’s so much harder to be deceived.

I spent time out of mind on triviality, idle. But this time I think I’ve got it and it’s hard to reconcile. Each path leads in a different direction but it’s hard to retrace when you’ve trod so many miles.

The terrace is lovely and lit by lamplight. The doors to opportunity creek uneasy. Behind some it was empty and very unsure. Behind others it was crowded and even more unsure. Neither time nor distance overcome and both subject to scrutiny.