Fables and Revelations

A blanket of fatigue clouds my mind as I settle down in front of the mac in the quiet of the office. Just tired of the whole world, just want to lie down to rest my little head and heart. Life is just so fragile and it’s sad to know that it takes tragic deaths to constantly remind us of that fact in life. A loved one passed away of late, of poisoning. It’s queer, he was always there and I would take it for granted that these individuals are like part of an age old paining that would never fade away. That they would live as long as I would, as much as people tell us how passing is such a normal thing, it’s hard to accept such negative change, to never hear his whimsical conversations, to never see him in his strange china man grey suit and his big wide grin every new year, when my family pops by for our yearly visit. He would entertain us with such enthuisaium and such joy. His smile was always one of so much sincerity, which he would give so freely year after year the stories of his tr...

The fear, like the pounding of a hammer on the walls around, eats at me like a child nibbling on an Oreo cookie. In small tiny bits savouring every single piece he nibbles, ensuring that he consumes every minuet crumb of cookie on the plate. It grinds and pounds and it does not go away. Even in my sleep, he is there grinning and grasping that fear in his hand like his favourite cookie waving it around my my heart in his hand. He strolls around the room like the impish mischevious Puck with a ball bouncing and bouncing as I tried to study and recall, all the facts and figures and dates and names, all the brilliant minds who are dead, that’s quite a shame. He’s walking around with that ball in his hand tossing and turning and making a bang. He would not go away, he would not leave, unless that heart of mine is calm and at ease. This anxiety of mine, that little fear like a horrid nasty little brat who deserves a good thorough spanking is constantly near. I push him away, he runs back to ...