There is a sacred place in my house. One of blissful tranquility where all troubles, stresses and concerns flow away from you in waves. our toilet ... :). Children screaming while trying everything in their vast imaginations to get each other in trouble. Work/chores/whatever is waiting to leap on you like coffee on a white shirt. But here, oh here, there is nothing but the gentle white noise of the fan taking away the offensive odors, a small selection of books to while away the time, and more than anything ... a moment of utter peace. but then comes the knocking ... oh the dreaded knocking that will break into your tranquility like a battering ram on the little pigs house of straw.
(I will recapture this peace. this is my) "I'll be right there." (..peace. I am ...) "I said I'll just be a minute!" (..zen. nothing but warm ocean waves soothing my .. ) "ALL RIGHT ALREADY!!!" (..my last *%$#^%##* nErVe!!)
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Wisdom with a pair of cheap groucho marx glasses on.
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- the unmade bed
- hopeless romantic, actor, writer, director, fascinated by what life has to offer.
2 comments:
don't you mean "__ing" zen?
Leon, this is a side of you I've never heard about before! :P
-Alleah
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