When Halloween Leaves

RDP Tuesday: WEEK

When this week is over and Halloween is gone for another year

what will I do  with myself?

What holidays or seasons besides winter and fall are there really  left for me to enjoy?

Christmas?

I hate Christmas. I am notorious for buying stupid presents that no one likes and I’m a rotten cook so I can’t even do that right. Plus if I have to hear yet another lecture about the meaning of Christmas one more time, I am going to develop a nervous tick because-

I HAVE GOOGLE DAMN IT, I CAN LOOK IT UP MYSELF.

Freaking Valentine’s day- which in my opinion is Halloween for Wussies

Easter? I’m not a  fan of Zombie stories or movies so hard pass.

Summer? Well, I do think it’s funny to watch my friends bathe in hours of sunlight and literally tan and mummify their skin right in front of my eyes, but that just makes me nostalgic for Halloween.

Plus when people talk about how cold it is at the start of Summer, I want to drive them out into the middle of Death Valley, kick them to the curb and I guarantee you, they will never bitch about 75 degrees not being ‘ hot enough’ ever again and how cold they are.

On one hand I am really looking forward to this week, because it’s been fun.

I’ve done more Halloween posts on my blog and I’ve been happy with it as a whole for the first time in years.

But at the end of the week, when Sunday rolls around Christmas will be upon us – like it or not.

I know the drill,  I will have to play along or be left out and given what the world is like right now, being left out isn’t such a great place to be.

One week.

The last week.

Until Halloween.

And then what?

Alrighty Then

Ragtag Daily Prompt Thursday: Grey Turns to Blue

Grey turns to blue

a hint of optimism on life

believed by a few

denied to so many others.

 

Grey turns to blue

what happened to that sky

that promised me snow and rain

begone foul sunlight, you will get no love from me.

 

Grey turns to blue

what happens when you pump air

into an empty skull and a dreamless soul

I am not smiling at you. I am grimacing.

 

Grey turns to blue.

 

The Vertex

RDP SATURDAY: PRISM

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Do you know how a prism works?

Prisms are made from glass, plastics or fluorite and how they are shaped will determine how the light that enters them will be dispersed. I understand that and even if I don’t grasp it all on an academic level,  I have seen it and enjoyed the results of that scientific fact.

I also believe that there are times when I think that experiences  behave the same way.

I think there are moments that hit some specialy crafted moment in time or maybe even a person and they split apart into an array of images and actions for just a few seconds, and they hold that shape and then they drift apart and there is no way to prove they were really ever there.

Two days ago on the train home I was sitting behind two women who were cleaning their phones of messages and pictures. They were chatting about where to get their nails done and what resturaunts were open when one woman gasped and said, ” somebody just got hit by a train!’

There were a dozen of us in the car and we were all ears.

” Where? ” her friend asked.

” Kent. The train is stopped in Kent. ”

But we just left Kent.  ” Her  friend  held her hand out and she passed her the phone.

Someone asked, ” did we hit someone? ”

The answer was the train kept moving and we all started to check our phones- none of us had that message.

Her friend looked down at her friend’s phone. ” Oh, look this message is old it’s from a few months ago. ”

She said she felt stupid and of course no one agreed because   who hasn’t had a ghost message pop back on our phones now and again or run across an old message and thought it was new?

We were at my stop about twenty minutes later and when I got home and settled in my phone buzzed at me.

I looked at it and saw the text that the train behind us had been stopped in Kent because of a ” medical emergency “.

” Medical emergency is the polite way of saying that someone had been hit by a train.

So this little moment in time may have been a coincidence. It could have been one random then was really there.

Or maybe for one moment reality split apart and it came back together in the best way it knew how.

Maybe.