“Statistics show that of those who contract the habit of eating, very few survive.”
– George Bernard Shaw
It’s middle of the night. You have had a long day but even though you are tired and cranky after all the work you have done today and more so, for all the work you still have not managed to get done with- you can not sleep.
You draw the curtains close, turn off the lights, punch your pillow and rub your feet together gently under the blanket which could not get more warm or comfortable. You can sense your back muscles relax as you lie while emptying your head from all thoughts so as to tell your body that you are about to sleep.
But just as you close your eyes, it’s as if all your sense have sprung into action. It’s now, that you can hear distinctly the cat meowing out there somewhere and you think about the light outside your room that keeps flickering.
Although nothing really provoking has occurred but you suddenly open your eyes and sit-up straight as if someone has punched you hard in the stomach. You can actually hear your stomach growl. You don’t need water, you are not even hungry and you are damn tired but there is an incomprehensible vacuum in which your head is hung and you cannot bring it back. In that moment of despair as you focus hard on ‘whats gone wrong?’ , you realize you need nothing, you want nothing and you are alone. It simply gets frustrating.
If only I could ever say it right,
the things I saw when all was quiet.
Beyond that hill, where the wind is still,
the stars above were not a distant sight.
I flee this town, I break all bounds,
I got my wings, I took my flight.
And so it was, yet so it wasn’t,
I was lost, the roads looked brazen.
My head was high, my spirit young,
they verily called me foolish, impudent.
That fair haired child had bled his knee,
was playing with straws, when he fell on rocks.
In the narrow streets and tall houses,
a big fat girl makes meaty sandwiches.
Three old men, sitting on a bench,
bald and grey, they said, “hey”.
A bunch of boys thumped tables, their fists high,
I don’t know why they had to shout,
but all of them were pretty loud.
I sailed the tides, high and low,
I played with the winds, warm and cold.
I went up the mountain, rough and steep,
and saw the valley, quiet in its sleep.
Once upon a dream, once upon a night,
I had my wings, I took my flight…..