Magical Tipsy Toes

It’s a pattern. A sick twisted pattern that occurs every year around this time. The mad blah pattern of stagnantness and boredom.

The bug has laid its eggs and they are all hatching and weaving their master-plan of all master-plans. We’ve reached a rut. It’s that time of the year where the weather starts becoming really hot and bothersome. And daily life happenings start to look like everyday misery. You try to find the joy in the simplest of things but unfortunately, because it’s that time of the year, you don’t really think that the simplest of things are really simple and neither are they very joyous. You start dreaming of far away places…To be whisked off and find something new and refreshing. And you realize you can’t have those dreams NOW! You have to wait. That’s the pattern, the sick pattern that starts its weaving around you. Thinking about the waiting. It’s the waiting that sucks you dry. Sucks the energy right out of your system. You suddenly have major flashbacks of happy time in a far away place. Then you become a little depressed because you have to wait for a long long time before those dreams become a reality. You want to start planning to make the dream come true but you’re tired with all these thoughts and the weather makes you way too zoned out to be planning anything.

This time of the year has begun rather early actually. Usually, it starts around mid May and messes you till August. But this year, this time of the year has crept its way rather early and its not even end March. So now, with a heavy heart and smile that doesn’t quite reach the eyes, we shuffle rather dejectedly thru day by day. Willing ourselves to make the day past by faster than usual. Forcing to think of something to do everyday or attempting to plan an exciting weekend. I am trying my darnest to plan something. To think of something spiffy to do. But let’s be honest, I’m all planned out. I’m pooped. Whatever I plan isn’t going to be spiffy. And because it’s that time of the year…nobody wants to be doing anything either. Not down here at least. There isn’t going to be a jet plan to take me away.

So for now, I’ll just dream I guess. Of the time where I was far away, where the wind blew my heart away leaving me free and happy. Of sunshine rays that weren’t too hot but just nice to make my skin feel warm and roastey

of little things that were simple and yet funny….

of sprinkles of little crazhee laughter over palm sized burgers

And everything else actually….we just kept on laughing…

The lazy walks and talks that made me feel all was good in the world….

the tripping,

dropping

and slipping that made us giggle like little kids.

The secret corners and drunkard stories we’ve written in our book of lives. The surprised and contented looks that made our hearts at peace with itself.

It’s that time of the year again. The bug and hatchlings are at it again. Their sick bastard plan of weaving us round their tiny insect legs…their mad crazy joy of sucking the energy out of us.

To you; this time of the year…I say, “I spit at you.” You may weave a jumper suit of depression around me for all I care…you may suck as much energy you want….but know this you stinking piece of gumball pompus arse-grass pansy shit, you can have it all…but you will never get these precious memories of mine.

What you’re about to read makes sense to those who do make any in their coffee shoes. It really depends if you have an eye or two to understand. Or if you wore your contacts the other way around. Or if you have your nose in a twist and your socks in your locks.

1500hours
oooo….coffee. I’m gonna have a cup of coffee. Coffee….(starts singing coffee song in her head)

1501hours
coffee and a smoke….whoohoooo…oh shit, I need to reply that email

1503hours
wow…my pencil sharpener is quite spiffy.

1504hours
hehe…(giggles)

1505hours
maybe I’ll go disturb colorful shoes in abit. Should I sms jones?

1506hours
sms jones, tumbletots or jellybean?

1508hours
er..should I or shouldn’t I

1509hours
I want m&ms

1510hours
m&m!! m&m!! m&m!!!! (a riot breaks out) starts imagining little m&m mini’s holding brooms and mops and tiny ass signage’s

1510hours
cupcakes. I got start the phase 1 of cupcakes. (starts singing the cupcake song)

1510hours
trying to control laughter in the head when mini cupcakes & mini m&ms riot together…

1511hours
sms or not to sms

1513hours - A fight errupts in Sharkbait’s mind. (Thought 1 vs Thought 2)

Thought 1: “You’re a nut”

Thought 2: “Noo..You’re a nut…nut nutter nuttest!!! boo”

Thought 1: “Why do they call a black out a black out”

Thought 2: “Shut up bitch, I’m not in the mood”

Thought 1: “But why?”

Thought 2: “Heart pain”

Thought 1: “turkey sandwich?”

Thougt 2 : “It’s no wonder they want to hit you.”

Thought 1: “Who”

Thought 2: (Screaming) “shut uppp, shhhuttt uppp”

Thought 1: “Geezz…touchy”

Thought 2: “Juice?”

Thought 1: “Rahul!!!!!”

Thought 3: “Look Ma, No hands!!!”

Thought 1, 2, 3: (burst out laughing loudly)

Thought 1: “Lets go pee”

Thought 2: “Visit colorful shoes first”

Thought 1: “ooohhh ya….better call her to see if she’s in office”

Thought 2: “And just sms man..you know you want too”

Thought 1: “Madness!! This is madness!!!”

Thought 2: “Go pee whorehey!!!”

It’s just not safe anymore.

I hid it in my pocket but my pocket has a hole.

So I hid it in my sock but my sock has all my toes.

So I hid in my hair but it got in the way of the soap.

I hid it in my cupboard but my clothes got in the way.

I hid it in my shoes but I kept tripping over my shoelaces.

I hid it in my heart but now my heart pain.

So I hid it in a secret place.

Where no one knows but me.

Where there is no hole, toes, soap or a coat. Where it can’t trip and flip.

I hid it quietly where I know it’s safe.

I hid it in your heart.

I know it’s safe but mine is aching.

Because yours doesn’t know mine is there.