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Playing on the swing together, taking turns.
Pushing each other till our problems, fears and worries dissipate into the rushing
winds , while we stay in constant motion,
back and forth in union.
Body Parts
It used to be my dream to be a standup comedian. Then I realised the first and largest problem (perhaps apart from the fact that I am not actually humorous or entertaining in any possible way). I had to stand up. And so even before I entered my mid-life, or so I hope I can get to there, I took a career change. Or should I say, an aspiration change. For standing up requires the muscles in my calves to be sculpted and moulded in such a way that I'm pretty sure weren't made to be shaped in such a manner. At least for my legs. Therefore, I've decided to bid that dream of mine a good farewell, for I concluded that the role of my calves were far more important than my aspirations and dreams. Priorities.
They say the role of the mouth is really, truly, to speak. Perhaps more specifically, to speak kind words. (As my mother constantly reminds that foul mouth of mine) Let's not go into the nitty gritties, y'know of the scientific biological purpose of the mouth-breathing and whatnot survival processes. I mean, if we were to go down that road, communication is a survival skill as well ain't it. We are proven to be social creatures. Let's get back on track, yes, the oesophagus. The mouth is a pretty powerful broadcaster, in fact I dare say, very much comparable with Comcast. It wields the power to build up or tear down. Can you imagine, that's the closest to God we can ever get. Therefore my dear mouth, please be very very careful. Please do cooperate and discuss with the brain before opening your gates. They either lead to Heaven or Armageddon. "...before things get out of hand". Yeah right, more like out of mouth. Where the hell did that saying come from. It is the BRAIN that the mouth needs to work with, not exactly the hand. Words can penetrate through the lines between the fingers easily and swiftly. Silent attackers.
You beautiful works of admiration. More often than not, donned with precious jewels. I quite like that you guys (the cries of the 'feminists') come in pairs. Most of the time. I'm still deliberating if I enjoy the privilege of you two being highly marketable. Both for commercial sake and personal endeavours. Although I think the argument is still quite out there in the field, since eternal love and marriage are definitely not confined to the circumference of that band, neither do they follow the neat handiworks of the ring, or are as beautiful as rings are. (the tacky ones are so representative of cheap love). But I cannot deny that you two, when worked hand in hand (see what I did there) with the heart and the brain, produce great works that stretches far beyond the limitations of the entire body. You are capable of creating not only physical artefacts that transcend the human timeline, but also enable the translations of emotions into tangible art.
Skip a beat. (heartbeat.)
With the intention of skipping a step.
How much faster will we learn to string beans. Heartstrings. Lifelines. It seems that somehow or rather, almost everything associated with life intertwines with some form of line. Straight, bendy, squiggly. Our lives are pretty much plotted on a timeline (at least on Earth,who knows what'll happen next. Perhaps we jump tangent and adhere to another geometry;dimension). But since I am still cruising along this trend of thought, I shall not veer off . We encounter checkpoints and pitstops whereby our beads and pieces accumulate, and sometimes even disintegrate. However, at any point along the curve/line, we are still hanging. That's all that matters, regardless of whether your chain is sparkling with jewels, muted in nude, or shaded with monochrome. The fact that it hasn't been broken, is already worth being thankful for. We can try to argue out on this one, but every piece of jewelry enhances.