I woke up this morning and the world was bursting with colors. Birds were chirping in my head. Squirrel and rabbits were running trying to catch up with me. It was like a scene from Snow White minus the 7 dwarfs. Edith Piaf was singing, Les Paul was on the guitar, Flea on bass, Longineu W. Parsons III on drums, Alicia Keys on piano, and Lady Gaga was, well, being Lady Gaga. They were playing a song that made sense to me and my imagination (epic fail in reality tho). Life hearts me and I heart Life back!
but then..
An ant named Worry crawled its six-legged self into my heart. It has no venom, but its nibbles are bruising my heart. “Somebody pass me the insecticide!” was all I could muster seeing that I was confused.. nonplussed.. clueless.. perplexed.. flummoxed.. puzzled.. baffled.. muddled.. bewildered.. bemused.. fazed.. disconcerted.. dumbfounded.. mystified.. discombobulate. (Thank you, Mr. Thesaurus). What happened? I flicked the ant off. It fell to the ground, raise one of its tiny leg in a fist-in-the-air-like manner, indicating that it’s not done chewing my heart out. “Run along, Worry!” I yelled. Worry, the ant, put on its armor and marched back to its motherland called UnwantedFeelings. So now I’m left mending the bruise with kisses..
Welcome back, creativity :) [Alhamdulillah!]
Till then, when you lack the words to express how you feel (or you want to unnecessarily dramatise it), consult Mr.Thesaurus.
Love,
Life Lover.
Time to leave the playground.
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