2007.

I awoke in a comfy bed not my own startled by the springing room that pranced on it's vertices and hopped like an amputee on it's peg-like corners. I turned my neck to see a violent carnation in a befuddled vase pounding at the glassy edges, lunging while shooting fragments every which way. Beautiful as the fragments were, the way they harnessed such colorful beauty in their fragile inanimate genes, I found myself very afraid. I continued watching and then the flower appeared to give up it's escape. It kissed the mouth of the vase and dragged it's botanical body nearer to the glossy sides when all at once, they lustily embraced and became one, blushing with clamor.This disturbed me so I twirled my head in the opposite direction-I suppose to smother my jealousy and gain my bearings, for bearings are very important, I'd come to find in life.Well my eyes found and decided to rest upon a manwho was pounding his musical instrument as hard as it could stand.The strange thing here was the man was on mute. I could hear everything but his clamorous attempts-the whistling trees, the howling insects, everything but his trying knocks. The man seemed to know he was on mute for he looked at me with apologetic diligence and then shrugged off his trying. He plopped down next to me and spoke which also startled me because I thought the man could make no sound at all but he did speak to me and I took a liking to his humor. He made comfort easy. We traded stories, aphorisms, and philosophies. Then I convinced him we should trade eyeballs because I wanted to see the world as he saw it. So we did and empathy made us a work of art in which the bolds and pastels intertwined. We twitched with our new perspectives and decided to keep them in our pockets and call on them solely when we felt low. And just when I thought I might feel something for him sound broke in through the windows and then he was clapping and stomping before me. He fell in love with sound, it's unkempt resonance- the music and it's progression, structure, groove, and melody. He apologized and offered friendship as compensation, then we played leap-frog with optimism and pessimism for a while but grew very tired in comparison for those two can go on and on and on. And we decided we'd glide along upon the dragging veils of apathy. And we'd just glide on and on and on...because life goes on and on and on. And in sidewalk cracks we glimpse at the future and ego's got everything to do with it and nothing to do with love.