At Breakfast

The table is empty and I wonder why. I hear mom's voice coming out from her room. She's not happy and I wonder why. I wonder why she is upset in the morning and not at night. There's sunshine out there, there's no reason to cry. I wonder why. At night we all get a bit blind and nobody wants to be wise. Nobody wants to wake up and to see the state of our lives. And I think to myself that she should only cry at night. Because nobody sleeps besides. No daddy's arms to hold her tight. But who said she never cries at night? She does, it's only I am too young to sympathize. And I cry wondering why.

Your Back

You said goodbye without turning to me. You said it with a cold and firm voice. All I could see was your back. And all I could do was watching your back going further and further away from my chest. You said goodbye. I didn't say anything. I couldn't. How could I. For a second I thought to myself that you would change your mind and come back to where you left me. But a kid's voice woke me up. The poor kid was shouting "Mommy mommy! Where's mommy?". I looked at him and whispered "You're not the only one here. Someone just left me too...". Your back... All I could see were strange faces walking slowly towards me. Unrecognisable backs wandering around. Where were you? You were gone. You melted within the huge wave of people. And all I could see was... was the little boy crying and shouting and waiting for his mom to pick him up. "Where's mommy?".

Shades of Grey

"It's tough getting older."
The day you've been waiting for so long. This intriguing day has finally arrived. You look around you and eventually notice how things are a bit different now but not so different back to 20 years ago. Ah... different. The magic word "different". Your hands are different now. They are veiny and you can even pinch most of your "no longer elastic" skin away... Puff! Your tummy skin is different. It's saggy. Oh, the old nice and firm abs is gone, byebye! Your face is different. It's distorted! How scary... Wrinkles here and there, cheeks almost touching your chest, dark patches under your big eye bags, they are the witnesses of your past glorious youth. And you look around. Kids are no longer kids. They've grown. The little girl you used to call princess is now someone else's princess. Oh how jealous you're. The little boy, the little benjamin of the house is now a hero. And you're so proud of him. You look around. An empty chair. It reminds you the hot summer nights and bubbly kisses during the winter. But now you're alone. Trembling and looking around... It's tough getting older.

What I've just said sounds a bit dramatic, I know. Not everyone grows old all alone. Not everybody is afraid of getting old. Not everyone finds it tough. But there are those who do.
I wonder when this day will knock on my door. But until then, I live. I enjoy.

Is it tough getting old? Sing me your thoughts if you have any.

Friday's Rain

13. Friday. Raining. Thunders. Perfect end of a long working week and a delightful start of a brief weekend (only a bit watery one). Some people complain about the heavy rain. Others are indifferent. And some are loving the occasional rain drops... Voluptuous transparent extra large sized H2O droplets. I'm dancing in the rain... I'm dancing in the rain... And soon I'll feel the pain and I'll never do it again.

Show Time

It was quite of a show but it's over now. The curtains are closing and so I ditch one of my several masks away to the audience. The latter is clapping hands and cheering. It is spellbound I'd say. Yes, who wouldn't be. Everyone loves laughing over other people's misery. And when there's a show, how could we possibly miss it? No. We don't. We just love pointing our fingers at each other, digging everyone's faillure to raise our own so called dignity and pride. And yes, this is the world we live in. And I wonder what goes on at the backstage, far away from the stage when we fool others and are fooled by them. We pretend far too much and so we tend to forget the truth. Let me rest for a while now because another show is soon to start.