Angry Mirrors

It's the second of November, and here in London nature greets us with rain, wind, fallen leaves and a little bit of Love. It’s there, but we are sometimes too grumpy to appreciate it, so we let it fade away. My day has been so-so, nothing amazing has happened so far. I’m here wondering if nature is ever angry, and if it is, how does it deal with it? Does it ever repress its feelings? Some people scream, shout, swear, throw things, run, laugh, hold their hair… and who knows what other odd things. I personally don’t really know. Now that I think of it, I get hungry. But I don’t eat straight away; I just lie on my face. It makes it easier. Somehow my mind goes into another wavelength when I lie on my face. Whatever works, works.

Did you know that mirrors are misleading? And our minds, too. That makes me angry. Hey, at least I know that I’m alive. Don’t you worry, I won’t lie on my face now. I’ll save it for tonight. There’ll be plenty of time for that.

As minor problems go, I get dirt under my nails from time to time if I’m not careful. It’s just human; and whoever denies getting dirt under their nails every now and then is a big, fat LIAR!

There, I said it.

Anyway, it’s time to go and meet the dark sky. A beautiful sky is just what it is: A beautiful sky.

People always fight to be the best.

I couldn’t care less right now.

I’m just me; whatever that means.