Fluent Thoughts

Waiting in a messy queue; not knowing to what this queue is leading but estimating it is good as long as many are waiting in it.

One says to another: “Since when you’ve been waiting”
The other answers: “Since now and till then”

One tells another: “Move away and let me pass”
The other says: “pass to where?”
One replies: “To the top; dumb head”
The other says: “Yes to the top; I already know but thought you didn’t”

The queue grows and grows and more people join not knowing to where it’s leading. Some chose to not and ask the reason of it; it’s when the queue people start telling them that they are in mistake and asking about it is a sin. And they start to shout until their voices reach the clouds. Not other than what they chose is right.

Some non queue people joined the queue to not be neglected by the crowd.

What are they looking at?
Why are they both bald?
Why aren’t they sitting properly on the bench?

All are questions that need to be answered.

But the most important question is

 Where did they go?

Tick Tock Tick Tock
Tick Tock Tick Tock
Tick Tock Tick Tock

STOP TIME

This time is different than other times; this time my time is not stopping but slowing down.

Tick …. Tock …. Tick …. Tock

A start begins when ending starts. I end this to start that. It’s like that. It’s Very simple, and very easy.

THE END (oh wow)

Time is slowing (interesting)

Beginning is near

According to today’s mind status of the crazy women (Yes you guessed it right, me), this land is not round and not flat as Friedman believes it is, it’s something simpler than that, it’s something that does not exist, there is no seas in between , there is no air, there is no land, there is nothing at all.

Then what is this we are stepping on? you might ask. You are not stepping on anything; how could you if you don’t exist. You don’t exist and you are no where.

It’s empty, empty, empty, shallow and empty.

Her smile was the first thing I saw today. She started pronouncing some voices (It’s cute) and follows us with her eyes where ever we go. She smiles when some one comes towards her and kicks with her legs and sometimes she cries, wanting us to hold her (I always do).

When I come home and don’t find her I feel disappointed, I call her mum and ask to come back quickly. I want to hold her; I want to kiss her and want to talk to her. I talk to her a lot as if she’s a grown up, I put her on my bed and let her sleep while I read or study. She sometimes wake up and doesn’t notice I’m in the room and starts talking with Daisy (My teddy bear) and when he doesn’t respond to her she starts crying.

Her parents don’t sleep at night, not because of her crying, but because of her fear from dark (She got that from me ), they have to let the lights on so she would stop crying and sleep.

I love her so much, I never thought that I would love her that much; I sometimes wish that she was mine.