Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Like Whatever

Like a bright window in a distant view.
Like watching a bubble burst.
Like a game in which the important part is to keep laughing.
Like when you can’t tie a knot.
Like a stone thrown to skim the lake.
Like the dislikes, jealousies and ambitions.
Like attempting to number the waves on the shore of a limitless sea.
Like talking of what is loved in a dream.
Like the creaking of a door.
Like the fitting of an old glove to a hand.
Like trying to count the number of colours in a candle flame.
Like the sudden impulse of a madman.
Like wasted hours of youth.
Like heart is a full sponge and must weep a little.
Like trying to see air.
Like the wind in a keyhole.
Like a deaf and dumb man wondering what it was all about.
Like the widening of eyes because they stick.
Like trying to catch a shadow.
Like an enthusiast leading an indifferent tourist.
Like bells that waste the moment with their loudness.
Like vaporous shapes half seen.
Like Whatever.