ghosts of time

cuppa latte in 50's

bowl of ocean

something somewhere sometime

Once upon a time there was this thing somewhere. There was something about this thing that didn't make it quite like the others. It didn't know where it was from or where it was going. It didn't know who it was and somehow didn't seem to be too bothered as well.
Somehow it didn't fit...it wasn't about right or wrong it was just about not being the same.

Why is it so hard for people to accept different? Is it because different threatens your idea of being similar and hence your very sense of balance?

I don't dislike you, i don't judge you...you are not like me. yea so whatever. now now now... do not accuse me of being indifferent. I do care. I am ok with whatever...there have been points in my life where I have been accused of not having an opinion, no being passionate enough, not taking a stand...
Yes I don't. I accept it. I don't take a stand because I always have a feeling that the lens you seeing from may also be right. I do not put up a fight against what you see and believe your world is. I don't fight just because of this. This does not make me indecisive, this does not make me spineless or not be spunky. I have my ideas (none of anyone's bloody business) and they are mine. I don't shove it down your throat. You like what I think... i am happy....you don't.. i ponder a while and dunk..

There are certain things which i deem sacred. I am agnostic.. but i believe in people's space to be sacred and holy. I do not cross the lines I draw. To me my space, my ideas are sacred. We can talk you can shred me to pieces but I will emerge. For all you know somewhere I would have made you a part of my space my thoughts my ideas.

puff

the shark was circling for that one drop of blood which would make the ocean crimson.
meanwhile there is a blowfish whose mere existence make the prune shrivel further.
the shark - the predator as we know is not irksome. it kills but its not irksome.
the blowfish meanwhile could do a significant amount of damage by its mere presence.
our blowfish for convenience sake shall be called night.
Night as we know him is from:

Kingdom: Animalia
Phylum: Chordata
Subphylum: Vertebrata
Class: Actinopterygii
Order: Tetraodontiformes
Family: Tetraodontidae

TRIVIA
When lifted out of water, puffers can inflate with air, but they may have problems deflating again afterwards. When this happens with aquarium specimens, fishkeepers hold the puffer
underwater by the tail, head upwards, and shake the fish gently until the air escapes out of the
mouth.

But our Night unlike Mrs. Puff is annoying and does not have a boating school. And also our night does not inflate with air but with drool. yikes!
So night generally drifts along the ocean without a direction. At this point it would be useful to introduce that there are two kinds of fishes:
- Fish
- Fishi

The fishis white, black, thin, fat, blue green, bluish green all come in the way of night.
There is no reason no season for night to see the light of day.
Now its not the non direction of night that irks as much so we would like to believe. Non-direction is good. Too much direction can also irk. Drifitng into the blueness is a feeling with which one must contest.


I confused things with their names: that is belief.


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shark attack

you know there is a shark out there...you know exactly where it is...the precise location..you know how small a fish you are (very very small)..you also know you do not necessarily have to drift in that direction, you are capable of steering clear from the vicinity of the shark...
you have a choice (u r pitifully small but u do have the choice)...the last time you went there you barely survived..the scar on your tail should be enough to remind of you of how really close you got to the big shark...
But...

you close your eyes you see the white, sharp, jagged teeth gleaming waiting to taste your blood...
deep down you know you aren't drifting right...but you make no effort to change your course...
you are getting there...you think maybe this time u can beat the shark clean...(focus currently shifting from how small you really are) you think maybe just maybe you pass right under the shark and he wouldn't know...But then may its just the white sharp jagged gleaming teeth drawing you towards it...

welcome to SHARK LAND

ummm blurb ?

blurb blurb blurb......
water water everywhere.. cant hear...eyes are burning..
i am moving my arms and legs trying to move away but then it feels too heavy...
wait a minute..isnt it supposed to be blue here. why don't i see it then ?
oh my god look...the fish are flying...yellow green blue oh wait yea blue thats where the blue went.
anyways i cant hear the words there are fish trying to talk why are they trying to talk ? they are fish...they are saying something...esp one fish..the angel fish oh no definitely the devil fish...
yes...now i know devil fish it is...it looks evil too...hmmmm....
so where were we yea the fish are talking...damn but am i talking ? no i am thinking...are there words? nope...blurb..yes thats what it was it was a blurb...oops there goes a bubble...
flying...its flying with the fish...grab grab .......yes there is light.

light..yayy ! why is there light ? there is no blue and there is light...hmmm.....ohhhhhhhh the evil fish is back..damn run ! nooo swim ! nooooo fly...yes fly....
flap flap flap....

peach fish is back...shhhhhhh its quiet nooo peach is talking...no u idiot not the fruit.
yes so peach spoke and.....
red green purple...the blue..no not the blue...
yes peach but is peach peach...no peach is black. now we call the peach black. so black spoke thats where we were. "Where we were" yayyy alliteration and that too under water...
focus...focus...black. peach (?). red. yes red but there is grey. i like grey. grey is gray. grey is blue. why is my grey blue ?

ooooooh pink fish...
bubbles....bubbles...other fish flying..away away...far far away...
there was once this tree called faraway tree...i read about it in grade 6. faraway tree...there was this character called Saucepan he had a handle for an ear. i always liked saucepan. he liked jelly. i liked jelly not any more though...