Lightly Salted

"An elephant in the room" suggests that something present should not be there. It hints that it is in but not of the room.

A pink elephant then stands out even more. It should not exist, but when it did, it represented the hope I had for the owner to be in the world but not of it.

We are told to be the salt of this earth, to be a light unto the world. In simpler terms, a thermostat and not a thermometer: to change the temperature and not merely follow it as it fluctuates from Hel to Hell.

The world is a terrible place. People are leading terrible lives. Though we all have to be a part of this world, we cannot become like them. They have to become like us and we have to find a way, with God's help, to make sure.

12:14 not by choice

Pain negates whatever bliss rest might bring. Fitful slumber is but a myth, all dreams interrupted by a jolt of conscious tenderness.

Gone are the days when I have to find a way to stay awake. Now, I have to find ways to fall asleep.

Good night world. Hope I will be exhausted soon.

The Ache I Feel

Don't dream too far,
Don't lose sight of who you are
...
Don't wish, don't start,
Wishing only wounds the heart.

The land-of-what-might-have-been has been my refuge for so long that now that I have one foot in reality, the light isn't warm and welcoming.

Cold and blinding, that would be a better description.

Cold

Single latte,
Spoon, fork and knife;
Looking across the abyss
An empty seat waits

Walking
Smooth tiles underfoot
Alone, hands in pockets
Not together, hand in hand

Nothing else,
Unfamiliarity alone.
Unforgiving stares,
Passerby to passerby

Glances at
Paired bliss stealing away
Six inches into glass
Face faces Face

Hands fumbling,
With buttons, not flesh
Shut out hope of contact
With reality of imagination.