
It is thundering outside. I have always believed there’s a good reason each time it does so. More often than not, I link it to my moods.
Grief. Joy. Anger. Despair. Loss. Loneliness. The shades and sound of thunder change with my emotions.
It is always the intense thoughts that find no words, but fill me with their strength and tenacity, leaving me confused. Miraculously, there is always thunder to give it sound.
Today, however, my mind has given me a break. There is no mood at all. It washed away when the plate shattered, and the toast burnt because it was in between heat for a bit too long.
The tap is still running, and the fridge is open. A cucumber is half sliced. There are tears in the air from the sting of onion. Time is still, but it is moving.
I am still.
One and the same with the lizard hanging off the wall, 3.6 feet from me. She stares into my blank eyes, lazily thinking about her future in my home.
(A home is not just for me. Help.)
~insight07
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