He's lying on his bed now wearing just a pair of sleep shorts; an arbitrary pair of sleep shorts.
He sat aimlessly on the large faded red leather couch downstairs. Choked on Twitter. Ignored the disconnected Tv. All that was constant was his aimlessness, his hard-clenched jaw.
He walked purposefully upstairs, the wood creaking unconsciously beneath each rubber-heavy tread of his slip-slops. Made-in-China. He was saying goodnight wordlessly to the house and to his lover in the room below. Grimly. Steadfastly. This could have been the script for a suicide walk. But it's not.
He had contemplated a walk on the road along the coast edge. There the verdant vegetation, on both sides of the road would have sucked his night focus upwards and into the star crusted night sky, and his night hearing to the bashing and sliding of the ocean below.
Instead he walked into his room, removed his old black vest, swiped cursed flees off his ankles and kneeled at his bedside. Where he quickly, unceremoniously prayed. God I can't do this on my own; this is a space that I do not know. I don't know where to next; I'm at my end.
The black cat with the snub, short nose watched him in silence. As he got up clawing at his ankles and searched for the almost empty bottle of plastic-tacky insect repellant, before lathering it on his hairy legs, his hairless ankles and his long, slender feet.
Crickets and frogs, raucous, outside. The cranky whirr of the dilapidated fan. The welcome wind rolling, flurrying through the house; it was a sticky, ugly 33 degrees centigrade today.
Sitting down on the double bed he slipped the case off his iPad, touched it on, opened Safari and deleted the entire block-full of words that had failed to describe his blog. He replaced them with one semi-sentence. At the top.
man with a beautiful mind.
He remembered, again, that the putting down of words is therapeutic. And that they are for no-one but me.
2 comments:
Oh my my! I love your relationship with words and your blog. Yes indeed penning down words can be very therapeutic. Keeping doing it for you but just remember we are following and sometimes your words become crumbs of happiness to our day :-)
Mathe! How wonderful it is to see your face, your smile, your name and words again...the years pass, the water scours the course beneath the bridge, time etches more lines around our eyes, or at least mine. I hope you're well. Thank you for commenting - encouraging. Just love...
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