The end of the work week....not yet the beginning of a new week. Caught in that netherworld of leisure, household chores, sleeping late, retiring late, doing what pleases you, or pleasing your spouse. A brief respit from slave to the alarm that rings incessantly at a predetermined time, shocking you from deep slumber and REM's, where fanciful and flirty images of unknown origin flit through your synapses, only to vanish by the next heartbeat, not existing even the span between one breath to the next. Ideas, contrary to nature and logic, insightful glimpses into regions unknown....gone by the next exhalation, never to be thought of again. A new philosophy lost, a new invention forgotten, a new life-changing discovery forever buried in the deepest labyrinths of the brain. Eternal bottomless pits, like a black hole, gobbling whatever draws near into the dark abyss of the sub-conscious, always whispering to you, but never loud enough for you to understand. Trying to see with the dark light, as you stumble along, reaching out to steady yourself as metaphorical tendrils grasp at your legs, cover your eyes, enfold your arms. Finally, your balance akilter, your stance unsteady, you stumble, and fall forever, never hitting the ground that grows ever more distant as you plummet towards it....Monday has arrived.
Subject: Friday the 13th 
Fri Jun 13, 2008 10:37 pm
