Random Thought Bubbles

Ramblings on of someone still finding the way

sudden fluster of dusting. of cleaning. cleaning out a room like cleaning out the heart, the soul. maybe we all just need some honest toil, to offset the excess emotions.

if only to cure this past year. i think it would be worth the time.

summer calls for colours. for bare ankles and straw hats. sunglasses glinting in the bright light. summer calls for love, more than any other time of the year. when happiness seems to be in fashion, the right fashion. vulgar words, vulgar thoughts dissipate into the humid hot air. and even a dark hole fails to shelter shut kindness. seedlings of affection grow from between the concrete pavements of a dry disposition. somedays love is elusive. wet grains of sand that stick then fall through. but there is kindness. kindness and affection. at least then there are love's cousins. close enough.

When you get hit by something that has a lifetime risk of 10-15% and a yearly risk of 0.08% you know the karma police is out to get you.