Wandering Writing

Sometimes you just have to ask the questions that you know don't have an answer. Even if they do have an answer, knowing the answer ruins the mystery and saps your imagination. Yet, you still can't stop scrambling and searching ceaselessly for the answers.  Why is the earth round?  Why is the sky so high? Why is the sky blue?  Why is it so orange right now?  Why is the road red below my feet?  Why is Ru here?  Why is Ru standing a few feet ahead of me?  Why is Ru smiling at me?  Why is Ru holding a knife in his hand?  Why is the knife red?  Why is Ru drawing closer?  Why am I standing still and looking at him?  Why am I not running for my life?  Why-- My thoughts skid to a stop when Ru is right in front of me and the blade mere inches away from my chest. Ru is not very tall and has to hold his arm up high to aim it at my chest. Ru is just as tall as your average fifth-grader and the mess of brown curls atop his head look j...

Day in and day out, always at work Far too many responsibilities to shirk Pondering how much longer till berserk Sunset, sunrise, breaking dawn, crepuscule Seeking moments of respite, even if minuscule  Oh! That moment of epiphany Ringing in the silvery symphony The triumphant ballad of the soul Unhampered by the cries of the whole Amid the chaos, a child out on a jolly stroll A fluttering fluffy cotton candy tuft Butterflies flitting round a wilted floret Sparkling laces tying up a shoe all scuffed At the end of the laces, an austere grey aglet A statuesque memoir of that which cannot be bluffed!