this room:

this room is familiar. i have been here before. the black molding lining the white walls. a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. it is nothing fancy as you would probably have seen in marie antoinettes' day, but it is a chandelier none the less. the small dangling crystals reflect the light from the two windows on the western wall. the curtains are plain, white lace, nothing extravagant. and yet, the windows themselves are beautiful. a simple window is all they are, but their view, what they see is intriguing.

today, outside these windows there is a child walking along a park path. green and vibrant are the flowers that encircle the young but fertile trees. the child walks at a fair pace, almost as if she is enjoying something. perhaps a friendly breeze? maybe she has an ipod and is listening to her favorite, soothing tune. in todays world you never know. it could be an itunes mix or a pandora station. if it were me, it would be my indie-alternative station on pandora.  something that makes me revive. i never know what would be playing next. the possibilities are endless. the amount of music in this world is incredible, almost impossible to grasp it all.

beyond the child in the park sits a man near a telephone pole. an unusual place to sit ones self. maybe he is a homeless man and he has no where else to go. he could be a CEO of a major corporation and he stepped in some gum and he had to get it off his fancy, gabana shoe. or maybe he is a man who just got word that his wife passed away and the news was more than he could bear standing.

across the street a building houses 50 or more tenants, and 15 pets. the day is a beautiful one. the sun shining through the trees at the park. there is not a cloud in the sky. oh yes, these windows hold a special power. a way to see what is on the outside while still remaining inside. a way to imagine the possibilities of a life through glass. so close we are, but the truth is not in sight. we only see and know what we imagine ourselves.

yes this room is too familiar. i recollect i have been here before, more than once. nothing seems to have changed much, except the view from those windows i admire. this interior remains the same  while all the world around it lives on, never remaining constant. but this room....where are the pictures? there was two the last time i was here. on each wall from the door hung two photographs, paintings to say the least. now they are gone. interesting. the two chairs remain the same. rustic mahogony wood with blue cushions. one vibrant teal pillow sits on each one. blue cushions, i could never comprehend the choice of such a color for a chair in a black and white room. i figured the decor would remain the same. these pillows, however are interesting. i have always admired the teal color. i pick them up just to feel them. the fringes have a, what would you say, feathery feel and appearance. if the light from the crystals on the chandelier hit these pillows just right, they almost shimmer. funny since these pillows are well, fabric.

on the other side of the room the door opens. the pillows still in my hand, my eyes are focused on making the pillows shimmer from the crystals above.

" always curious to the point of not making sense, aren't we?"
i put the pillow back on its throne. " well, there is nothing wrong with a little curiousity. it is not like it ever killed the kat or anything."

..........more to come.

past blog::

mumbles::

How fast the time has gone and even all along

My feet are running the same route they traveled every day

My mind has most the scent of flavours that pass from the depths of time

Jokes cannot breathe whitish things but chores cute any soul.

My car drives by. The sun doth set.

The moon has risen and from this night, these kids are grown