Ghosts in the Mist

The abandoned theatre was abandoned again. There was no one else to stir the dust on the stage. The ghosts were long gone. Their voices had faded into the shadows and their bodies into a thick mist that covered the room.

Then, out of the mist spun one lonely figure, slowly rotating out of slumber. It is 'She'. 'She' turns to the stage and floats into position. "She" is facing the empty room. Her mouth begins to move, but no voice comes from within.

"She" is no longer existing. "She" is no longer a person. "She" is just being remembered at that very moment. Just remembered. And then as the thought passes from the mind of "They", "She" unwinds back into the mist and fades once again into the subconscious of "They".

//Zoonosis Blame

When the world seems to die around humanity,
Instead of blaming themselves,
They turn to the one they can blame,
Without hearing a voice that fights back.

What weakness they show.

What weakness.



"When the truth is found to be lies
and all the joy within you dies
don't you want somebody to blame
don't you need somebody to blame
wouldn't you love somebody to blame
you better find somebody to blame."

-Jefferson

//Fiction Story Time

Albert awoke with a start. Lying on his stomach he had gotten sand in his mouth, which he assumed had awaken him. Looking over at the charred pile next to him it was clear that Alfred hadn't been doing his job and had fallen asleep again. Albert spat what sand he could from his dry mouth and sat up.
Their camel, Greg, was sleeping with his belly to the stars as he usually did. To anyone else the camel might have looked dead. As Albert began to stand, Greg let out a very large bletch which sent a small shockwave of sand out from beneath his massive body. Greg was an abnormally large camel and let out abnormally large gas bubbles from his insides. Luckily, Albert thought, it was from the front end this time.
Waddling over to the small space where there once was a fire, Albert kept his eyes to the stars. He could clearly see the Snowman shaped pattern Alfred had noticed earlier. Next to it was the rabbit he himself had named "Timothy" and the hedgehog beside that Alfred had named "Todd" (with two d's). Albert looked over at the sleeping pile of rags that was Alfred and smiled.
With one last sigh Albert looked back at the stars and then back down to the pile of ash at his feet. He pondered if it was worth starting the fire again.

Be Adult - Grow Up

I am being responsible aren't I?

A: No, you're not.

I knew that...

A: I know you did.

Really?

A: It's because you know what is wrong and what is right. That is what makes you different from others. You know what you are doing and you know you can change it.

Well then why can't I just be responsible and stop being irresponsible?

A: Because sometimes people just need to learn from their mistakes. It helps them become better people.

Really?

A: I said some people. Don't get any funny ideas.

What funny ideas?

A: You know what I mean.

How could you know?

A: Because I AM you.

(...)

A: And now the silent treatment... (sigh)

Starfish

The horrid starfish,
Ends its life at the sea floor,
When I need it most.