As the Hourglass turns
Oh how the tables do turn on a soul faster than the bite of a snapping turtle. One day everything is going absolutely splendid, and the next you’re wallowing in a pit of doom and gloom. Could it be this is simply the Gemini in me that is to blame? No, No, I don’t feel the desire to project my problems onto the backs of the stars. Everyone is in complete control of their own turn tables and hour glass. So the question is, when the sand is nearly depleted in yours, are going to turn it over and let the process begin again? Or will you let the last grain tumble through the abyss and watch as it settles into the all quiet, all still pile of similar appearing nugglets below it? Or, will you just keep adding more sand into the top and draining the sand from bottom? Or even better, instead of flipping your glass back over, you could take the sand from the bottom as it falls and slowly shove it back into the top segment; giving each individual grain its own loving touch of your soft warm fingers, so full of life, as you do so…. Where am I going with this you might be asking yourself; that’s an excellent question. And frankly I am not altogether sure of the proper answer to it. Even more confusing, is that there most likely is not one answer to that question. Ah, well. Life sure does know how to slap you in the face. Right when you think you have everything under control too, in the worst way. When the rug gets pulled out from under me, will I collapse on the floor in a jumbled heap, or will I remain on my toes; as the dishes on the table do when the table cloth is jerked out by an experienced waiter… Well I guess its time to find out. So far, I’m wavering, but I believe I’m on the verge of catching my footing.
I need to stop drinking for a while. Or at the very least, stop getting completely belligerently trashed when I do.
I also need to smoke some herb to calm my jittery godforsaken nerves down. How can one relax, when everyone surrounding them is on edge?
