Random Dreams and Perspective

Sometimes randomness is a way of life. Right now, it is the way my life is going. Everything matters and nothing matters. Balance. Ah! That is what needs to come to light. The journey continues though...because the darkest hour, I was told a long time ago, lasts sixty minutes, like any other hour. 

Every dream takes us on a journey through remnants of some shred of reality. That is the way I believe dreams work. abandonment, anger, fear, despair all gathers like some dark cloud, threatening in its loud thunderous mockery of your life, getting darker and ominous. 

Switch thoughts. It really is true. We cannot really tolerate the lies our man speaks after a point of living together for years. In my dazed state of smoky evenings, I realize this. Not sure if it is profound but, it sure is a view point. All that is said is believed only if the expressions and body language holds itself through. Otherwise, little things can give it away. I know precisely when the lie has been said, what truths have been hidden or avoided, or plain change of topic for want of avoiding the subject where one feels one is getting cornered. 

Our men stop being there perhaps, because they figure that out for us as well or at least figure out that the lies cannot convince and we are able to see through them. We know them too well. At least, we know the man whose head has lain in the pillow next to yours for years altogether. We know when he avoids the truth and when he wants to not discuss things because it will end up in a confrontation one is not ready for. And women...oh well! Women begin to almost come to a point of scorn because they can read their men so well. So much of harsh truth that cannot be hidden, because we can read, sometimes, every breath of theirs. 

Random thoughts...you were warned.

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