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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.