The Fiddler Plays the Drum



Hello computer, I have missed you.
Hello keyboard, you have dusted.
Hello words I was devastated not having time to compensate all things about you.

Today... it was raining, the rain made me happy, so happy that I cried indigenously.
I could only speak in tongue, tongue so complicated no one could understand.
I was lip syncing the worst of analogies that it's soul intention was to kill me inside.

Today... became like a paradox, opinions were painful and the idea of speaking hurt even more.
But as usual I did promise myself to smile all day long, upon which I did.
There are those who I consider of the utmost of importance, and thus I told them my true feelings.
The endeavor that was a battle to reach my center was more than just a challenge it was stressful and pathetic all because I was so shallow.

To  my conscience I spoke so fluently and only he could understand, if I told anyone else I would be wasting my time and making things worse.

Cheeks red and pasty,
Eyes blown and watery,
Mouth open to catch lost breaths,
Hands dry from the salty water,
Hair wet from the pouring rain.

Like a person who smokes instead of singing--they lose their voice.
Like a person who sits instead of dancing--they lose their rhythm.
Like a person that watches t.v. and refuses to read--they become blank and self-centered.
Like the fiddler who played the drum--he could never play it right.

Today... we smiled our true smiles all because the rain washed away our pain.

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