To be Continued

I'm not much of a story teller but let me tell you how I feel sometimes, especially somedays when I feel like letting something out of my chest. The kind of chest that feels heavy even when it's light, like how you eat something so huge but it feels like nothing because it was so damn delicious.
You see I just wrote something without me knowing the premise of what will be written, of course I knew that I am typing and writing words but these are just words, one after another like lost siblings who do not know that each one of them, each of one of us belongs, here or at least somewhere like here.
You see I choose what I'm going to write, the exact next word that comes out so let me just begin now because too much rambling will be something, but not for now, for later when things can wait and would be patient enough for my impatience and intolerance.
Practicality and simultaneous alarming tones of blood streaming down your head, with rage for sure for sure and red forehead indicating a frustrating afternoon with tanned arms and bleeding nose.
Bad days turn worst, happiness becomes a mess and you dress with whatever mess you have and some perfume to go along with your mess.
It is going to cost you and it's going to cost you a lot if you hit a dog and call it a rhinoceros while driving in a drunk state , I picture a scenario where death becomes a gleeful affair and the ceremony becomes a rave where crows start to sound melodious and dogs dance on two legs with cookies in their respective paws.
These days I feel very berry lonely but only to make me realise how essential it is to feel or the burning heat of desperation to just wriggle out and scream 'HELLO'.

Days are spaced with birds in a pair of two, who scoops the pool filled with poop? 

I ask you and you ask me, the alphabets that sound like a mound about to detonate 

Thoughts per usual are ambivalent and these ambivalence is breaming with skimming light coming from a small mouse hole 

The mouse hole looks like a mole on my nose, instead its not shining or brimming or anything at all 

It just is, static and paused with jet dark silence 

This has to end now because if it doesn't then something more shall come out 

Not necessarily though but somedays a break or a brief interruption can save you from going full lunatic on a lunar day where moon won't laugh as hard as you thought it would 

So let's say our prayers and put our head on our pillows and swallow the prescribed pills to narrate a story that shall continue when you write- To be continued. 

Thank you deer Friend for this beautiful message, it made me cry and I felt warm.
Thank you very much for this beauty.
I am indeed a dog.
Bow Bow