| | ah it really is lovely to be home, the sense of the absolute relaxedness in everything even more than usual. its OSSUM!!! spent the last few days bathing in various weather conditions, rainbathing, windbathing and sunbathing. and sometimes even bath bathing. gotta love a bit of bathing really. baaaaaaaaaathe. it chills well. One day a german went to town and bought a pebble or two. He started to build a beach. A pebble beach rather than a sand one because he realised over the years he'd bought quite a lot of stones and they were cluttering up his wardrobe and cupboard under the stairs rather a lot. At the time he didnt really think about the fact that to have a beach you really need a sea, but he was sure to think of that later. The beach did take a while to build, the stones were quite heavy and there were a lot more than he had originally thought, he found quite a lot of old stones that he had forgotten about altogether but now that he saw them they brought back vivid memories that he had to stop and reminisce about. There were also a fair few of stones that he had no memory at all of acquiring and although some did bring up flashes of recognition, many just gave complete blanks. A precious few stones, not precious in the sense that they were worth a lot of money, but priceless in his memory were incredibly hard to even place carefully onto the beach and walk away from. These took up the most time and though they laid heavily on him he really struggled to let them fall into the mix of other stones which meant nothing like as much to him. However he knew what he had to do, he knew that he couldnt stand up straight with the weight of the many pebbles he wished he could keep and if he put them back under the stairs they would be left all alone and away from life which was pointless. The tears flowed down his face as he carefully placed each stone down, knowing full well that he would never be able to find them again when he came back after the sea had washed over them. The sea! why had he been so foolish so as not to remember a sea for his beach. He fell to the floor and wept uncontrollably, he cried until he thought he could cry no more and then he cried far more, far more than he had done before he had thought he could cry no more. When he had less than no energy left he fell on his face and just wished to slip away, but then he heard the sound of waves lapping at the edge of the beach and as he raised his scratched and gravel-ridden face from the floor, he saw the sea. A sea of his own tears, lapping at a beach full of memories, the waves moulding a continuously newly shaped beach and smoothing memories into useful experience. The German called his new found paradise Chad and then after sleeping for a while he got up and went home. He does love the beach though, and goes often for a toedip, regularly taking new stones to the beach. He doesnt stack up the stones and forget them anymore, they are all there in his view of life, but now they bring him enjoyment in the form of a lovely beach, rather than suffocating the space out of life. Partaaaaayyyyyyy. Haha gotta love Germans really, I will gain that citizenship in one life or another. And now my bed is indeed looking bedshaped and so in time i will probably decide its a good idea to sleep in it. Did you? Did you really? Dreams sometimes make you wish things you hadn't even really paused on in thought. Thats powerful of them, sometimes its excellent fun, sometimes slightly scary, and sometimes its just plain annoying. But i guess its always there in your mind and its bound to come to the surface at some point or other, sleep provides a good relaxed opening. Bathe in the love of life, rock the world. Love you, Peety Man x x x |
