Call me Kittazoid

Walk around in fast circles.
A dizzy need to stop, but the force around you requires you to slow down before, you decide to stop.
Again, this can be answered by science. Root Cause. Energy.
Non Believers asking the ones who do, to believe. That too without options.
Oh, I am a critic. And I can be so pessimistic; it could blow your mind.
But I choose not to. Cause then, it would end and begin only with me.
See, what makes you think is collateral to axioms of science, and its opposition.
It’s a debate, no one is wrong, no one right.
The one who presents his views aggressively and instills belief in its existence over the other, wins.
Off late, I.
It’s an insanely masqueraded fervor.
Ask a burning wick, the wax that melted because of heat and now falls down into space, cooled off by time, falling as a piece of ice(melted cooled off wax) flat.
Like most things do, in your head, when it looks like sagacity. But what must you ask the wick?
Ask it about change.
Molecules, dots, circles, the ones I want to draw on your back while you lie on me, covered by the red flaming sky engulfed by the rays of black.
Black, the color that absorbs all, physics.
A Spanish riff, unfinished, played again, wont match the pace of your heartbeat , the pulse of it racing, that could have been fingers running through the sharpness of strings, cutting fine lines of some of your best, engraving its existence on your finger tip.
The one that you run across places most deserved. Alternating across a stormy night with a cooler breeze whirling around your ears that are warmed by hot breaths you exhale across my neck.
Like warmth to condense fragile and still preserve its essence.
In sheets of milky silk, seams of bales of thinned and hand made wool,
Bits of cotton and feather. Bury your face in my universe, engulfing my pride of being me, you made me feel.
Moist aromas, shooting into my nostril, singing it with excitement, doused by the retina, as it waters and then in a soft moan I engulf all of you and littil bubbles foam into my head and flood my ears. A passage of spasms bind me in a fierce grip, just like you did, before letting slip, in me, all of you.
Sitting beside where you held me in your warmth, recreating smell, feel , but not presence.
You gave me, it, presence.
I try to, too.
Concentration. Involvement.
Tell me the difference. Think.
They are like those theories that talk about the same things but completely contradict each other, hence, in the process becoming only the proof of the others existence, as its own absence creates such a condition.

Anyway the point of this post being, my rebellion, to my weaknesses.

Yes, right now that’s all I feel. Weak.
But out of all of these, there is one that I succumb, to.
One that is pleasant.
You.
Its keeps me from resisting pain and coupling it in pairs and hiding it at the back of my mind so that they can fight each other and then I could, them.
Now I don’t.
And I know you know, and so I don’t feel the need to say it.
Also this post is not even remotely close to what I wanted it to be.
Though for all the people who yawned while reading this, let me tell you a joke.
If you knew me, you’d spare yourself.
I have this quality, ever since the drinking days, the drinking binges have been overcome by, age, ahem, maturity maybe :P
But the quality still stays.
I have taken it upon myself to find humor in non humorous things cause it takes effort to make something that :X
It’s a thing you commoner shall not understand.
Lame jokes are my thing.
Also yes, I have a knack for saying stoopied things at wrong times, which makes the situation worse.I am schoopid.
I have this thing which strikes me later, always, that I indentify with psycho women.
Like Mathilde, from the woman next door, or Rebecca, but Hitchcock’s distinct character traits, and Truffant’s amazing ability to portray complexity and habituation of the human mind, is something that caught my eye.
Well, yes, I would love to play them. As an actor.
To this year, when I step back onto the stage.
Where I belong most.
Cheers.


Signing Off
Kittazoidxox