The unseen stranger.

walking down a brick pathway,
clouds appear and rain pours,
drenched with water and the warmth turns cold.
No sweater, so I let my hair fall with droplets of water running through it, hitting the ground.
It rains harder and harder every second, no one is around.
My thoughts are distracted by such apprehension for upcoming life changes.
So many things to do, so many plans to finish.
A sad looking man is walking towards me, wearing a t-shirt and jeans.
He must not have planned for rain, just as I.
Closer and closer he appears, he is walking his golden retriever.
No.
He is not walking his golden retriever,
his eyes are closed, his walk is off balance,
his face is so sad, badgered by the rain.
I see that he is unsighted.
How would he have known about this rain, he did not see the clouds, as I.
My heart sinks, as the saying goes, but it did not feel so. It felt like it lifted
Into my throat, I felt choked, my eyes were filling with water, this water was not rain.
Tears fall and join with the rain drops to the ground.
Pain was deeply felt for this stranger on the brick pathway.
Turn the key to the car, and sit for a while.
watching the rain hit the windshield.
Wondering how life is the way it is sometimes.

–”Totally mad. Utter nonsense. But we’ll do it because it’s brilliant nonsense.”–

- Yours Truly. Huckleberry

black deceit

With my eyes closed, it’s black, with faint images of the unseen.
Closer and closer they appear in a theatrical scene,
The pretty faces are laughing, the laughing is frightening.
Its image is haunting, intruding, unending.
The sound is chilling, it’s all obscene.
The long fingers pointing, causing pain, tormenting the aching bloody vascular organ,
beating so hard, pumping blood at an immeasurable rate.
Choking on the organs beat, on breath, on words.
Mouths to ears, whispers are unheard,
But the message is recognized.
All faces are expressed, except the distressed.
The distressed is numb, those faces do not know, they are a loathsome disguise,
And this distressed soul will rise.
The eyes open with so much gratitude for today,
What’s distressing is this dream was once reality.

–”Totally mad. Utter nonsense. But we’ll do it because it’s brilliant nonsense.”–

- Yours Truly. Huckleberry

Be Strong.

"And every day is a start of something beautiful, something real" -Matt Nathanson

Just another night, to sit and ponder. Life gets really hard sometimes, almost unbearable. You realize some of the people closest to you, are not who you thought they were. That in your lifetime you will lose those that you love, whether they have changed, you lost touch, grew apart, or they may have started a new journey in another universe, or perhaps not. Sometimes you will feel so alone, down and out. Your pillow will be tainted from the blackened tears. Those you love the most will inevitably hurt you in some way. Your innocence will be robbed of you at a young age, and you learn that you cannot single-handedly cure peoples pain. You learn the grass is always greener on the other side. Each generation born is scrutinized just as the last, and will continue to be an endless vicious circle. That technology will overthrow nature, and eventually the world will no longer function. You will learn that 100 years to live life is a short time, and maybe not enough time to complete your route. Nevertheless, you learn that after every storm comes sunshine, that there are those people in your life who are always there for you, that you can buy a new pillow cover, you can start a new day, that you can achieve anything possible, and most importantly you have the strength inside you to carry on and be strong.

[Above is a picture of my first, and right now only tattoo =) ]

-"Totally mad. Utter nonsense. But we’ll do it because it’s brilliant nonsense.”–

- Yours Truly. Huckleberry