My eyes have trouble closing and my mind has trouble to stop thinking. In a theatrical sense, the lights go out, the crowd leaves and that is when you begin to feel the emotions of the lost trail of a stage that has dropped the floor on us. You can try to figure out when and why the floor drops but it makes no difference because it always seems that the good solders seem to be the ones with the cuts that hurt the most. It's kinda like waving at that cab to pull over to pick you up and she just drives by. It's kinda like that soap dispenser that gives and gives and gives but is washed off so easily and then left alone after it has been used. It's kinda like that light bulb we use only when it's needed, and not wanted. In a city like Las Vegas, you no longer wave because you realize that the souls are only a painting to fool even the biggest of magicians. You realize it when that painting is finally removed from in front of you with a laughter in your face because they fooled you. Little do they know that to us real people, it does not matter that they fooled us, but what does matter, is the pain they give because of how giving us good people are and then the fakes take what you have given and use that to paint the fake painting they use against everyone. No,, this is not towards anyone, and no, this is not an angry post. This is my thoughts of how random pain can hit us and how random it could make us feel. You know when you smell great food, or you listen to a great song and it just seems to take you to that amazing place?,,, It's kinda like that. Just this morning I thought about a random dance outside my car. Just this afternoon I thought about sitting at a lake with a blanket eating a twinky. I love these things because they hold water to me. My heart smiles and That is that.
It's amazing what just being existent does. It does matter.
It's not hard to know who cares and who does not because you can see and feel.
It's an amazing gift our higher being has given everyone.
Charlie / Clyde