House on fire

In the shallow ,still waters of his heart a house was being constructed. A safe haiven. Venice showed us ,that a house can stand on water.

With no construction guidelines and safety measures put in place , it was just a house built with passion and the dream to have someone to lay thy head.

The foundation for it was on aqua, very stable for its given time, attention and care.

The imagination of the finished product , would be the glitter in his eyes, the spark that dreams comes from , the unimaginable positivity of a grand and fulfilling conclusion .

The house was complete all that was left was the tenant, for you dont build a house that no one will live in.

A special place in the heart of those still waters, where if you were to catch a glimpse from the back of the house , youd see soo much floating wood.

Trials that never made it to the roofing , some made it but the mistakes in the foundation made them crumble after a time . The most important thing in a house is the foundation, they say and he made this one with that experience in mind.

As the tenant moved in and was ready to put her things inside. She had a change of mind, cold feet is the phrase. Left the gas on and windows open .

Oxygen in high supply, a spark tringering her shared dream with the lonesome waters extinguished , she didn’t look back As the light dimmed in his eyes.

But i built that house for you. This was our dream , the place beyond the pines where we would sit on the porch with a blanket, accompanied by tales of last and yet as we quietly lean towards each other while we look upon the lake of still waters.

As the smoke dissipates ,the timber lumbering away ,his house sinking into the abyss and with his head on his hands he concludes , “just another black hole disguised as a supernova.”

Baby im your house on fire.

Bench of thought.

Its a warm and breezy day, the kind that lifts sun dresses in the summer. As the wind goes about its way from the seas through the land then the next sea, a man is sitted on a park bench watching the blue sky. This is a man with alot of time on his hands.

They say the best things in life are free, what do you think?

As he gazes upwards with his shades on to protect his eyes from the somewhat glaring sun, you’d think he is on a staring contest with the big orange mass of gases in the sky of which he is definitely losing.

What is he thinking about ? Well what do you think about late at night, in your bed, all alone, in your mid 20’s still living with your parents.

It’s the root of all evil. The thing we invented as man and chase after it for most of our lives.

Money.

But he had already finished that fantasy. Onto the next one , the one that he actually cared about. The fantasy that he would like to manifest into reality.

In this day and erra what he is thinking about, people make fun of it. It’s not something people crave for anymore nor respect. It’s basically Donald trump.

A yawn of choices.

Hopped out of bed, looked in the mirror and said to myself ,” yow , my G , do we really have to go to work today?”.

We all know that voice of “reason” we always get that pushes us. That lady stepped in.( Mine is a lady , dont judge me.) ” You are broke, stop looking at the mirror ,go shower and leave.” Damn she’s truthfully cruel.

Went back to bed and did what we all do . Fiddled with my phone.

Let’s get up again shall we.

Woke up early in the morning , fatigued and I’m yawning , pockets empty, so I’m braising for a day in the lines of tiring with a morning full of doubts of happiness.

Its 5am , but tomorrow is another day.