“Never have alcohol when taking this medicine”
I just took my medicine with a glass of wine.
I’ve done it before…it get’s me “high”
I love it!!
Cigarettes, wine, and writing what comes out of my mind.
Am I blowing out my life?
Maybe.
I don’t care.
I am an Aspie. Many of us don’t have control over our lives, and just try to survive the society of minds that go in a different direction from ours. Like a river flowing without care, pulling and dragging whatever is in its path.
Now I write whatever comes to my mind. Let my subconscious write. Forget for a moment to think and just be without a mind.
Rest.
So comes the man in his cart pulled by an old and tired horse. The man with a dark hat and a worn jacket, that should have been elegant in some other time. The cart, an old wooden wagon that is slowly falling apart while a tired horse pull it around, as if accepting a destiny of boredom to the end of its life.
Old, worn out and tired, still moving as if it is the only thing to do, until life will say no more for you, and so rest will finally come.
Ounces of products to sell and coins to be taken for them. A life of poverty, where the only light is from a sad candle that illuminates dimly a room of dirt for a floor; carton and dried wood for walls and roof. Two coins collected today, some scarce food for one day. While the flame in a small fire pit at the center of the room warms up the hearts of two living beings destined to drag themselves through life.
Their sad and old faces look at each other with the peace no rich businessman have ever known.
They know love; they know company; they know the secrets of the sunrise and the sunset, and the thoughts of the ants crawling on the floor. They can hold hands for hours without saying a word. What’s the point of talking when souls can connect?
The couple is gone; they left life together while laying in bed, holding hands as they slept their last night of pain. The horse is taken away and sacrificed, and the small rut demolished and the pieces taken away. A small market soon will take its place.
Raul
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