Can I what? You can’t be serious, can you? Do you really want to? Is this true for I know the fork has been on the other end but it’s never been brought to me so is this real or just me hearing things? Maybe I should really see that psychiatrist after all. Well the answer is… yes I guess. I just wonder where you or anyone else has been in the last 30 years or so? Yes, you can help M-E !
I didn’t cheat just ended up in a different realm, right? For, one dip in the lake brought me to a world where I actually was married to my previous love of my life even though before the dip, I hadn’t seen her for over 25 years. She lived with this form of me in a whole different realm and now this was my world and my old one had been waved away. Now to decide if this lake is worth diving into again?
You can’t always get what you want but when you do it’s amazing!!! G-D is no genie that grants you every wish yet sometimes when one truly prays with their heart and soul answers are suddenly right in front of them. For, those that don’t believe they will when the time is right and if the look through their clouds will see the full picture for what it is. Though one can’t always get what they want in the end they often get what they truly need especially when they least expect it.
All of a sudden, I’m drifting where no man wants to go beyond. The “dead space” of conversation has just occurred out of nowhere as if I suddenly was shot into orbit. I feel lost and don’t know how to return yet just a moment ago my feet were fully grounded as the words flowed like a river. It was so enjoyable that I took it for granted that it would end. Maybe another conversation will bring me back to earth but for now I’m lost in space.
I started out not so “pretty” but if you waited, well let’s say I aged well. Those that didn’t see my inner beauty from the beginning never understood where I was going yet this one person did and allowed me to sprout into something truly special. I would have probably rotted in a tree if he didn’t pick me up and allow me to grow into who I am now. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and also just might ripen with age.
She’s left my room but is still in my head. It might be wrong but for the moment feels awfully right. The truth is logically she would never live up to the emotions that encapsulate my mind but let’s face it dreaming is wonderful. For, it is a perfect vision that in reality has many flaws. Yet this infatuation feels just right even though it might be just the opposite.
I’ve been in my world for as long as I can measure. For, after my toddler years the world of others ended. I’m not sure what exactly it was maybe some nuclear attack or something but since I’ve been able to walk and actually measure an item nobody else has joined me. Some how I was destine to exist while others left me their material possessions. Grocery stores, movie theatres, libraries have been all in my name until I met others. It’s weird having company as I wonder what is okay to do alone now?
Acting is more real as the full range of my emotions are not only allowed but asked for in a performance. I can actually express happiness to the point of euphoria without worrying others will look at M-E in a way that’s less than a standing ovation. My anger does not have to be checked at the door but can be the force that slams it. Insanity can be explored without a psychiatrist prescription. Yes, acting is real in a way that I’m sorry to say life sometimes is not.
I’m acting and the world really is my stage. It’s just sometimes I’d really like to be “real”. Always pretending that what interests you interests M-E can be quite daunting since many an activity makes my eyes get heavy. Appearing calm and steady when my pot is boiling is really an actor’s performance that I deserve an Oscar especially since you’re the one boiling my pot. I memorize my lines as an “active listener to the point that I feel as if I’m a broken record. My pretend phase is so good that sometimes I start to believe it. Yes, I love acting but once in awhile being real would give me the standing ovation I need for my “real” heart and soul.
I now have 6 but one can be eaten. That’s right my chicken finger is surgically attached to my hand just in case I get stuck on a dessert island or just famished. Once I finish eating this finger another one is grown in place for my next meal. It’s actually not grown but kept along for the journey. I can even replace it with other meats but what really beats Chicken. What might seem strange to others is delicious to me.
FOOTNOTE- Do you know someone who would have this procedure and if so would it just be one or an entire new hand?