Wednesday, March 01, 2006
bone
its nite time again. the same darkness. the same blank sky each nite. he laid on the bench, resting his head on his arms, staring at the blanket of the nite. hadnt he been here at the same place, staring at the same spot on the sky before? in fact, he had done that countless times. history seems to repeat itself, he is seemingly trapped in this cycle. who determines this cycle? is he being programmed to do these things that he do, and even think this thought that just flashed across his mind? he looked around himself. the landscap was pretty barren, which was rather expected for this time of the day. doffles was already sleeping at the far end under the tree. that bitchy cherie is still flirting with the other males in the park. are they thinking what he is thinking? clearly not. in the first place, what the hell is he even thinking about?
random sporadic thoughts. disorganised and frivolous thoughts. all these that meant to only ridicule himself. nevertheless, this felt so addictive. its like a black hole, sucking him in. he noes that he is sinking in, at the same time, he is drawn by the mystery and suspense that it offers. he wants to unveil the mask and see the face, take off the clothes and see the nakedness. the bare reality of it all. yet, despite being sucked in, nothing more is revealed. the sexiness still lingers and he longs for more. he is already in the black hole and theres no turning back. occasionally, he manages to retrace his steps and move against the current. but before he could reach the safety zone, the vacuum would pull him further back in. a part of him did enjoy that. the to and fro motion that he underwent. tedious and unrewarding, but somehow, in a way, satisfying.
he blinked his eyes and retrieved his mind from the black hole for a moment. he tapped at the stone bench he was on with his right hand. its hard. yeah. he is there. he is real. at least it feels more secure. something tangible, something that he can touch and feel. isnt this better? keep out of the danger zone which holds so many uncertainties and questions with no answers. the safety zone here offers u order and predictability, though dull and suffocating, can sometimes be soothing and comforting as well.
yes, he thought to himself. he needs this comfort now. because he can feel the growl in his stomach. the desire for food. he walked around, hoping to find something he could salvage. doffles would probably have some food hidden somewhere, but he is already asleep. cherie would definitely have got quite some bit through flirting, but she probably would not spare him any.
at the end of the pathway, there was a group of young delinquents. people. properly loaded with food too. he scurried over. one of the young boys was chewing on a chicken wing. foood... he salivated uncontrollably. the boy chewed off the last bit of meat on the chicken wing and fling the bone onto the grass patch.
food at last. he pounced on it, picked it up with his teeth and hurried back to his bench.
'pathetic dog! hahah...'
'yeah, such a brainless creature! how stupid can animals get..'
'alrite, let's go back and play our computer games.'
'yeah of course. got to do something meaningful in the nite rather than wasting it away like that pathetic dog haha..'
random sporadic thoughts. disorganised and frivolous thoughts. all these that meant to only ridicule himself. nevertheless, this felt so addictive. its like a black hole, sucking him in. he noes that he is sinking in, at the same time, he is drawn by the mystery and suspense that it offers. he wants to unveil the mask and see the face, take off the clothes and see the nakedness. the bare reality of it all. yet, despite being sucked in, nothing more is revealed. the sexiness still lingers and he longs for more. he is already in the black hole and theres no turning back. occasionally, he manages to retrace his steps and move against the current. but before he could reach the safety zone, the vacuum would pull him further back in. a part of him did enjoy that. the to and fro motion that he underwent. tedious and unrewarding, but somehow, in a way, satisfying.
he blinked his eyes and retrieved his mind from the black hole for a moment. he tapped at the stone bench he was on with his right hand. its hard. yeah. he is there. he is real. at least it feels more secure. something tangible, something that he can touch and feel. isnt this better? keep out of the danger zone which holds so many uncertainties and questions with no answers. the safety zone here offers u order and predictability, though dull and suffocating, can sometimes be soothing and comforting as well.
yes, he thought to himself. he needs this comfort now. because he can feel the growl in his stomach. the desire for food. he walked around, hoping to find something he could salvage. doffles would probably have some food hidden somewhere, but he is already asleep. cherie would definitely have got quite some bit through flirting, but she probably would not spare him any.
at the end of the pathway, there was a group of young delinquents. people. properly loaded with food too. he scurried over. one of the young boys was chewing on a chicken wing. foood... he salivated uncontrollably. the boy chewed off the last bit of meat on the chicken wing and fling the bone onto the grass patch.
food at last. he pounced on it, picked it up with his teeth and hurried back to his bench.
'pathetic dog! hahah...'
'yeah, such a brainless creature! how stupid can animals get..'
'alrite, let's go back and play our computer games.'
'yeah of course. got to do something meaningful in the nite rather than wasting it away like that pathetic dog haha..'
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