Greetings all and first up let me express my gratitude to Anna, Shilpa and Jo for popping along to my latest blog post and loving, liking, commenting and sharing. As always it's a fillip to see you reading my little anecdotes and where does my muse take me today.
I imagine it will be filled with this mornings wanderings on the universe programme which took us to our moon. There was the usual stuff that I've seen before but what caught my eye was a look into something called LPTs. I do love those acronyms and what it refers to is these strange lights that occur on the moon from time to time. When Neil Armstrong went for a crater amble he remarked that there was a luminescence ahead of him and seemed unusual.
There have been many theories and some don't believe in this phenomena and put it down to illusions etc. I do tend to side with the idea of some inert gases being released and interacting with the light cast from the sun. Whatever way you look at it I do find it rather captivating and how marvellous would it be to see those lunar lamps in full effect.
Today I decided to have a trim up as I was beginning to resemble one of those mad professors with my hair having quite a life of its own. The shears were called forth and thankfully a huge weight has been culled from my bonce. Well, hair isn't exactly heavy but the world does seem that little bit lighter. Hopefully with the solar warmth coming our way it will be of benefit as opposed to the yeti look.
Now it's time to delve into the memoirs. Let us see what I can reveal...
My Place
I have not eaten for so long. No money, grimy clothes and my skin’s an armour of dirt. I shrink away from passers by. They’re too busy to notice me. I’m one of the forgotten who don’t matter.
I see myself in a window and flinch at the sight of a faded ghoul. The cold air bites. I’d give anything to find some warmth.
I drop down in the foyer of a fresh building. It looks empty and yet so inviting. The wealthy ones walk over me with an air of annoyance as though something rotten invaded their domain. I used to settle by the flyover, but lately, newcomers look for trouble. I don’t want hassle, just peace and security.
I snuggle up to the door and to my astonishment it yawns open. I sneak inside expecting security to frogmarch me outside and yet it’s all good. There’s a thud. I look behind to see the door return to it’s mooring. I’m the only one here.
I ignore the lift and make my way to the higher levels. It’s so hot and I’ve truly hit the jackpot. I make an invisible path upon the velvet carpet and I’m drawn to room 111. I ease myself inside the unlocked apartment and there’s a burst of static from the television as I whisper by.
I’m overcome by weariness and fall onto the oh so soft bed. I think I’ll stay.
“Oh for crying out loud, it’s that bloody stink again. Jonathan, isn’t about time you sorted that out?”
“I’ll get on the phone Alice.”
The couple adored their plush palace in the city. Alice drove him crazy with the complaints about chills, electrics and smells.
“Is that maintenance? Listen mate, it smells like a dead rat died in here. There must be something around and we haven’t paid all this money for this. You either get this sorted out or we’re off.”
I almost punch the air in delight when they leave for the last time, I believe that’s the third lot that’ve gone now. It took me so long to find this place and whilst I don’t mind good company, I’m not sharing.
This place is mine.
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