stumblingtumbling

started to pour heavily, dramatically, when it was time to go home today. i peered out of the window and reported that the floods outside have brought in crocodiles. everyone rolled their eyes. It WAS true, they just chose miserable truth and logic over imagination. and they were just lucky the floods cleared before they stepped outside.

complained to my army-mates, and nobody in particular, that life is about to descend into a monotony that will kill us all, slowly, but surely, in the coming months. to demonstrate this metaphorical murder of our souls and selves, i collapsed to the ground, writhing in muted trauma. expectedly my dramatic expression was not appreciated, as usual.

people lack imagination! they succumb to the cliche of the eye-roll; they are tempted by the safety in numbers; the arrogant powers of opinions they do not own, but stole from someone else. they are who they think they are, but are not. mirrors!

i think we need to be less afraid of falling. if life's gonna be full of pitfalls, then all we can do is learn to land better each time. you can fall into the gap, but don't fall into the cliche.