Hey,
The Zone. Hearing wind whispering outside as they are trying to talk to me. The words are unclear but soothing to listen. I continue to listen. I wanted to know what they are saying. The voices whirling around me as if it is lifting me away from my bed. I journey through different dimension to only discover that this is just a fantasy that i was thinking about. Thinking about life could only be perfect. Each time i dream. I felt that i was being held by the voice that carried me through the different dimensions.
As i was slowly getting deeper into this fascinating world, it all stop with the knock on the door. I woke up angrily. No one ever never disturb my sleep. I open my door ready to unleash my "blessing" upon the person who knock my door. The door open. No one was there. I look left and right but no one. I look up nothing. I look down. My little nephew standing in front of the door with semi-smile of his, hands behind his back like paying action and eyes gazing upon me wanting acceptances and love.
My anger tone down. Words can't come out. Only love hang around. I carried him up to my arms. He hug me. The hug lasted for so long that time stop for that very moment. Slowly tears ran down from my face. I guess, God knew i needed that. Closed the door. I gently lay him on my bed. I look into his eyes and waited till he fall asleep. I covered him with my warm hands. Quietly and peacefully asleep. We sleep like someone is watching us, taking care.
I rested for another hour or two. Got ready for the day knowing it will be long. I planned my minutes because every second was counted. It need to be precise. I put on my forbidden cloth that i should never wear. The brand without the swoosh. I don't know what got into my mind into wearing that. It must be for fashion.
I drove out the house. On a mission to pay of a crime. A crime that many people can commit in past, present and future. Speeding. Before i go to the Police Station. I had to stop by a friend place. It's distant is as near as one can travel by foot. As time can tick slower than one get there.
Upon reaching there. Cars zooming here and there as if they don't care. Looking at their faces. Work has sadden them all. I waited for him. Seeing the neighbor on my right side view. A delivery man banging on the door-bell and also using his motorcycle horn to get the attention. His feet tapping away as if it is faster than the clock seconds. Checking his watch whether he has not past the limit. He look like he can eat the person once the person is out. I saw the person. She came out with such grace. The features that men cannot resist temptation. Dexterity in her walk. As i look at her deeply, she look at me back. Our eyes meet for the first time.
I look away. It was to much. She paid off the delivery man with a tip that can last him generations. She wouldn't look away as if she know me. I for sure didn't know her. One thing i know deep down that there was no real love. I had to look away to check whether David is out. He got into the car and we drove off.
That moment. I knew my flesh desire a relationship. I can't have it. God would let. He knows what i want...
We drove off to pay off my crime. Police Station. I walk in with a slight nervous. Shaky my hands are. I didn't know what to do. All the Police were busy and there was no number to take to wait. The wait was like a life time. Hearing shouting, phone ringing, bad guys in hand-cuffs and some cries. I stand with David blur and nervous. A officer. High rank. Walk up to me and David. We didn't know what language to use whether English or Malay. David spoke to me in English to ask him "where to pay?" I used English and the office knew what i was saying. Thank God.
The chat was short. Frustration grew. I was deny to pay here. I had to go to Puchong to pay it. The most silly thing i ever heard. All Police Station should allow you to pay off all types of fine.
Anyway, me and David shake off the dust from our shoes. Move on to better things. Cinema. We went there quite early than the schedule time of the show. The place. Pyramid. It was totally semi-empty. Parking was easy to find that on Saturdays or Sundays. I spotted a green. It was calling me to get there. It's call. It's alluring glowing power reach out to my car. Like a magnetic pull wanting it to park here. I parked. The green to sensual color of red. The parked place was greatly nearby the escalator and the cinema.
We went there to watch the grant opening of this show that is base of true events or true story. The story about John Dillinger. Public Enemies. Knowing all true stories usually last two and half hours to three hours which has it down sides and up sides. There were a lot of great review on this show and people dieing to watch it. Apparently, wrong. In the cinema complex there were the workers and few people buying tickets.
Not as great as Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. (total not good show)
I will not tell the story about but the review i give. It's long, boring, chip chop show. Nothing to rave about. I give it a 5.5 out of 10.
Journey home. Not much words were between me and David. Must be tiredness kicking in. I send him home. I look to my right. She is gone. Hoping she would stand there waiting my return. I didn't care much.
Slowly i inch out myself from David's place. I stop by a store near by to buy something that needs to be done for the Church. Rush home. Nephew waiting at the door entrance. I saw him at my corner of my eye. Knowing that him just waiting to play with. I gave him some good measure tosses into the air. Seeing him smile brings out the young in me. But i couldn't play with him much. Must get the work done. I wanted it ready before i leave. A small gift to the Church which many people wouldn't notice it anyway. Unless they pay attention to detail and my work that i do for the Church. I didn't finish it. Takes few more days.
Got inside sweaty. Rest my tired body. Bath to cool down. Cooked my delicious spaghetti dinner. Watch my usual Oprah Show. Watch several movies that i did or didn't watch.
To bed here i come. Your call is great. You are calling me to hold your smooth texture. Touching with my finger tips. Cover me with your blanket of warm to protect me from blood-sucking vampires and the cold of the night. My eyes shut because of the comfort I'm into. Heart beat slower, muscles move slower. Activeness fades as i gaze once again the beauty of dreams. Till i wake nighty night.
Flammable,
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