attn: people who I talk to
I don't know what to say to you all. It seems that every conversation we have had started with an unknown provocation and ended with some embitterment from either side. To tell the truth I have no idea what grabs your attention, what gives me the allure, what satisfies needs. I would like to think I did at one point, but lately my face has been pruned into various designs and I do not know which one fit me best. The critics barely jostled in their seats. Just like a sitcom that has surpassed its prime, I will retire and just do commercials. Break even if you will. Cut my Losses or leave with my winnings. One problem. My bounty is light. So I will play the tables some more hoping to have lady luck sitting by my side, or better yet, on my lap. Actually scratch that. Lady luck is a scarce cool wind on a hot stale summer day, giving the impression that more comfort lies ahead. In that metaphor on metaphor pile up, I will stick with the electric four speed fan which, by my command, will oscillate. I would be more than happy to just sit in front of my fan, eyes closed, hair radically flailing in the air like lapping flames from a fire, and loiter contently. I don't think anyone will understand this, I don't think I fully understand myself. These words are just clues. Clues set for some detective to piece together and after hours of deliberation will stand up and say to themselves "I got it." Maybe one day.