12 Moments Passed Noon

I tapped the heels together of my flip-flops and told Toto I wanted to go home. Home is where the heart is, or is my heart where my home is. My heart is with the homeless. One day I fear my heart will in fact be homeless. Not unless she holds onto it for a lifetime. Lifetime, television for women. I want to go to sleep today to dream tomorrow. Actually let me walk away, and give up on everything I’ve ever believed in. Believe me. Is it real bad to be fake, when what makes you fake is actually real? I went to sleep last night, today I dreamed I was Robert Pattinson in a field of purple lilies with my Destiny.

Lol.

Alright away with the silliness and in with the goofiness. “Uh, excuse me waiter, I think you gave me a plate of ‘happiness’ with a side of ‘good time’ when I actually ordered ‘miserable day’ with a side of ‘let’s argue all night’ with some extra ranch.” When have you ever said that about your topic of conversation? When was your conversation topical, when you actually had preconceived ideas or when it was a spur of the moment? The moment was spurred when I had a moment to spare. What is the true definition of a ‘moment’? A person at work says to me, “do this when you get a moment.” I have never truly stumbled upon a ‘moment’ in my life, so how will I know when to start working on my task. School teaches us that time is measured in seconds, minutes, hours, days, years, etc. But never did Mrs. Driscoll in the Kindergarden ever say “It’s 12 moments past noon.” When I asked the time. My wrist now says “Creative soul”…not that my wrist verbally speaks but in fact it does speak to those who understand. People often ask me what my tattoos say and I usually respond and if I am busy I’ll say, “When I get a free moment I’ll tell you.” Free moment? I thought nothing was free. Or that is how I was taught as a young lad growing up in Mrs. Driscoll’s class of seconds and not moments.

These are all the thoughts I’ve had since 360+ days have passed since I last really thought about it. Guess I’ve never had a moment to think about oddness since my last free moment. Thanks for reading, oh and when you get a moment, please comment.

What a ramble. Now let’s have a moment of silence.