Mendacious Circumlocution – Part IX

Why can’t I see what awaits me?

The future seems like a magnificent illusion, after all, if I had learnt anything of value from my self proclaimed dim past, it would be that nothing works according to a plan that was constructed with an ever-evolving mentality and an ever-changing perspective.

See, every time we cross paths with humans, who naturally possess alien mentalities, even to the smallest extent, and different views on existence, we leech a part of their experience and knowledge and exchange it for a part of our own.

Henceforth, whatever plan we assume that we’ve skillfully created to guide our so-called “unique” roads, it will all perish in ashen oblivion every time we meet an individual or meet an idea or even meet ourselves midst a random episode of self reflection.

Building on the former I ask a completely different question;

Why do I still wonder why?

I have no present, educated idea, not a single one but I guess I’ll learn the reasoning soon enough…

Puff…

Puff…

Classless Pass…

Dive…Descend…The end..

Stranger: Dance of the benign, insane

It begins with wanting, usually we tend to want one of two things: Something that we do not possess, rather a “want” out of our simple, naive and mortal reach, or more of the sweet, eternal same, more of want we’ve already embraced.

Applying the previous theory on the state of yours faithful, a paradoxical concept rises from the ashes of your spotless minds: both options are valid and match the description of our mysterious lady friend, she is the incarnation of what I long for in the materialistic sense and she is the embodiment of the theoretical, theatrical and thorough spiritual enticement.

Alongside the former, her familiar existence and her lack of needless masks that depict false facades is comforting, as if I’d seen her in the darkest of my ages in an old, beautifully melancholic coincidence.

I have always assumed I’m naturally equipped for analyzing humans but my perception draws blanks or mere false conclusions when it comes to her revered presence.

The  path seems long, troublesome and full of terrors and I remain quite at ease despite me feeling quite insane for writing this heresy and these hallucinations about this borderline mythical persona, using my intuition rather than my logic.

God have mercy on the feeble I.

Simply yours,

Zeus

Artwork by Cherine El-Halfawy

Stranger: The beginning

And there she was, lying next to me, awestricken and devoid of all masks and facades, and by the Gods it was a sight for the sore, bored eyes of mine. Times like these are thoroughly scarce in quantity yet intensely and beautifully rich in quality wherein time itself seems meaningless.

I would rust during the wait for her to reveal where her mind wanders, gloomy and simultaneously content, she seemed when she rested her eyes and leaned against the walls of thought and consciousness. I continued to write, hapless, helpless and very much intrigued by this alien presence that felt unrealistically familiar.

I was probably just imagining or mistaken, I tend to dramatize and complicate simple incidents to make them something I could write about, but a small part of me wishes it was as real and tangible as the words depict.

I will lay now in the comfort of my bed, with fingers crossed, with a wandering mind and with hope for better times ahead, times where my imagination isn’t that far from the truth.

Goodnight and Goodbye..

For now.

Yours explicitly,

Zeus

Artwork by Russ Mills