The monster decided to clean up its act and return home to its adopted family. A wonderful tale of heartbreak, hope, and a helluva lot of drool.
Excerpts from the Random Journal: A Different Kind of Cleaning
Sitting around waiting for the laundry to finish makes one think. Sure there may be forgotten words and other errors. But the best part of writing is when the mind and the hand are left free to compose. The edits should always be reserved for when the creation is complete.
Pull the Hood Down
Because it’s always hard to say goodbye
We always have the urge to cry
Escaping places makes us die
A little life left behind is why
We always come and go in life
To places we will leave behind
A little scarred, and little worn
But wounds are patched again with time
And hope that coming back another time
Will make us whole again
As long as noodles take to cook
As long as matches can be fought
As long as people have to live
Without the air they need to breathe
A lot can happen in that time
A hundred eighty beats
In hearts that fight for life each day
Who gets to eat?
Who gets to win?
Who gets to live?
We need to change the way we hink
A moment’s time is not as short
As what we think it is
Inspired by watching noodles boil for breakfast
I will carry you again
Believe me when I say
That all the world is but a step
So long as you are smiling at the end
But first, let me rest myself
To carry you and all your weight,
The burdens that you bear within
I gladly do with all my strength
But I have limits too