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Acting…maybe I am just crazy.

I have spent most/all of my life Color Bucketsacting. Differently and the same. I behave differently around different people and places. How do you want to see me?.. [I have acted for so long, that I don’t know how to act]

I don’t know. I have never ‘really’ seen my reflection.

The most common response I have received is the a##hole. A drunken childish fool that knows little about anything. Now that that has been revealed, in the past and understood, I can put him to rest, dead. Everybody knows him and nobody likes him, not even us.

So this is where we are.

We are a group of people. You think you know us, we think…perhaps. How do you want to look at me? That is just a ‘trick’ question. We were just asking. That’s all. Just asking. After all we only take our consideration seriously, see ‘worth inquiry’. Everyone else’s thoughts is like a color that splashes off another person, like the reflection off a surface. It is ok, we understand.

Like walking through a forrest of smoke and mirrors. Look at this…just saying. Don’t take us personally, we don’t.

Let’s take off the mask.

[Guess what?]

There is another mask. More like a color shifting to another color. You don’t need to figure us out, it’s not like that’s what we are doing. Do you really want to know what is inside our heads?.. We’ll tell you later.

Like a curtain lifting to another stage, or mirror, or…

How do we think of us?..

There’s a thought?

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Along the Trail

The air is cool and the warmth of the sunset layering over my skin. The smell of hotdogs sprays like a mist in the humid air.

(I’m sorry. You depended on me and relayed on my strength and I failed you.)

the hydraulics to the dump truck need to be changed, I wonder if the messenger on the bike will notice the dump truck [ in time] as he approaches the turn?..


Part of getting along with life is picking up some pieces and molding new ones.

Transport

Transport

Currently I am on a voyage that I have always been. Well, maybe not always but has been a regular occurrence in my life. It is that of living in one city then another. Not that I’m upset by it, by no means I am. It is just I have done most of my traveling on a shoe-string budget or as part of a moving ____(one can insert the word carnival here but I don’t think it’s the right word, just the first one to come to mind).

I thank the Lord that I have been blessed with the opportunity to travel and visit different cultures. I do so not just out of leisure but also for work. Finding the right fit for myself in life is an on going development or in my case mutation. Some find their place early in life, some later and some not at all. There are many reasons for this and I can’t get into all of them because I am simply one person. What I can reflect on is myself and see that I adapt by morphing. This transition is not always seamless, actually it is usually rocky and sometimes chaotic. Finding a way to adjust and “surf the wave of life”, as I like to think of it, is an ongoing way of how I exist. Is it the right way?..no. Is it the wrong way?..no. It is just a way.

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