The mental atelier of a trapped little duckling with ruffled fluff, in a vain pursuit to fit gracefully into the framed schema of the norm and all... trying to keep the poise, whilst paddling ferociously under the calm waters... hoping one day to turn into the collected and assured swan....
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Stop Raining
I was not even asking for a firework. All I want was a place to sit and putter, breathe in something pleasant.
I have sincerely wished every other people well. And what have I not tried? Have I not been good? Have I not worked to brace a smile and attempt a waltz? That's what they say to do when it rains, isn't it?
But the pitter-patter and the splitter-splatter beat in an off syncopation that only served to send me in giddy spins. The challenge to keep up and ride out is way beyond me. The ground is flooded. I am tired and shriveled. I don't understand why I've got to be more drenched, but I've gotta continue to hold my breath. Now, I can't even think straight...
Can it please stop raining on my parade ground?
Please, please, please!
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