Sunday, April 02, 2006
I didn’t want to talk
I didn’t want to listen
And I most certainly didn’t want to be seen…
So I took a deep breath and dove into a watery world.
Above the surface was the reality I didn’t want to face.
I could hear it’s muffled sounds from above the distorted image
I could hear voices calling my name
I could hear my voice respond and in all the while…
I couldn’t bring myself to surface.
Looking up, the world became smaller,
The voices softer,
And though I knew I shouldn’t sink…
I seemed to forget how to keep afloat.
About to surrender to my fate when I saw them…
And a warm smile radiating like golden sunshine on a perfect day.
It was the two dimples that registered the face I was looking at.
An angels face?
Was death that quick and painless?
What do you know… angels also have acne!
And it’s a guy… angels are guys?…
Hehehe… Sex of the angels’ mystery solved… All the ladies cry YAY!
Lips moving… he’s saying something…
To me!… Hark the angel speaks!…
“Guy trouble? And yes, before you bother to ask… all men are dogs and that’s why I go for women!”
That desperate search of air…
That overload of oxygen in my lungs…
Was I choking?
No!… I was rolling on the floor, laughing my ass off!
My cheeks went red,
My sides hurt,
And the wetness in my eyes were tears of utter joy…
The more I laughed, the more I felt alive.
A two-metre angel rowed a boat on an office chair across the room and suddenly my work environment will never look the same again.
Angels aren’t there to keep us from sinking,
… they’re there to make sure we reach the surface again.