Perplexed ~

On October 25th, Rhockaby is feeling : Perplexed ~

If there is anything about me that you should know, it is that I pride myself on being unique. Like many others out there, I cuztomize like mad. Sometimes to stand out of the crowd. Sometimes to catch a certain someones eye. Sometimes just cause I feel like it. Sometimes just for the sake of it. This pride would sometimes lead me to doing some pretty weird (in some cases scary) sh|t. Now if you've known me for quite sometime and have been subjected to my company, then you'll prolly know what these things are. If you don't, well you may read on and learn an extra thing or two bout me:

(Now Zack, when you re-read this in the future, you'll prolly laugh your heart out as well. So what I wan't you to do is write a new post (assuming you're still blogging) and mark those which you still do and mark off those that you don't anymore!)

(See, that was some weird sh|t right there ...)

1. I love random hello's and hi's. I will step up to a stranger on the street and say hi. Almost got me into a fight with a big bald guy once!

2. I will greet you half way through a conversation.

3. When all is silent, I will make an annoying little noise.

4. I tend to press the alarm button in the elevator.

5. Anything that is red, I will say it looks good. I will not stop saying it looks good until you agree with me.

6. If I find something funny bout you, I will imitate.

7. And trust me, I LOVE IMITATING!

8. I will repeat you're question in a tone as if it were an answer. Usually takes people a couple of seconds to comprehend and go "What!?".

9. I fiddle my fingers and make em dance.

Ehem ... that was shorter than I expected. I need to study now.

Relinquished ~

On October 9th, Rhockaby is feeling : Relinquished ~

Smokey now. Yikes, I didn't realize the athmosphere got so stuffy. When did this happen? No surprise I guess ... I didn't even realize our numbers just quadrupled, what more the air I breathed.

Dry now. I could really use a drink. But this siren's wailing is hypnotic, indulging. To some it is a high pitched shriek, stabbing the mind, fulmination after fulmination. But tell that to the sailors. Tell that to the sailors, mind's captivated by melody so enthralling that jagged rocks that would have issued a warning of death and danger to any sober man simple became clouds of a heavenly haven. And then, silence. Fortunately for me, jagged rocks are seats of comfort and though the melodic siren' melody bewitches me, I still claim sanity.

Blurry now. My sight is fading. Dark. Darker. There is so much a man would give to be able to stand in the streets in the presence of a holy rain, one of God's most precious gifts to humanity. A drop of water forms thousands of feet above the ground, begins its fall from
paradise. It sees a giant globe of blue and green and white. 'What giant being is this?' and keeps falling. It sees seperated continents.

"This being is cut! Is it bleeding?" and keeps falling. It sees high-rises of cities and poverty prone villages.

"It is burnt? Then why partially healed?" and keeps falling. It sees man of different faces. Man of different colors. Cussing, swearing, very very angry men. It seems women. Mothers. Daughters. They seems sad. Something about war, the drop of water does not understand this. It keeps falling. Fnally, the drop of water sees it target.

"My destination ..." and it keeps falling. A pair of two small palms, out streched by two small hands on two straight arms. In between lies two wide opened eyes, astonished, awaiting and staring straight up, eyes on the drop of water. It was the most beautiful thing the droplet had ever seen. Such purity, sinless innocence. The droplet notices it is not alone. Millions upon millions of other droplets are falling with it.

"Our destination ..." and they keep on falling. The upper lip of a child was the last thing the droplet remembered seeing. It heard laughter and giggling ... and wouldn't you be if you were playing in the rain? Adults try hard to seek solitude in water. Long showers? Letting the water ram you for minutes and minutes and minutes, trying desperately to wash your woe away. So
why don't we? We claim to be more knowledgeable than children, so what do children see that we don't?

Hungry now. Hungry for movement. Hungry for a chase. Hungry for total insecurity. Hungry for thrills. Hungry for uplifting moments. Hungry for long walks. Hungry for long talks. Hungry for caressing. Hungry for commitment.

aWhat does all this imply? These hungers are illusions ... everything, all my cravings can be resolved and this journey would be treaded head-on if I had your hand in mine.