The voices outside begin to roar. The enunciations begin with a rich and what would seem to be oily coating. Their thickness bends through the rattling window panes, intense and upfront, they can only be described as a concurrent flavor bomb of madness. By the time the permutations traverse the pinched carpet and termite charred doorframes, the frequency has become muted and less distinct. Watered down and soft, the peppered heat is now creamy and mellow. I am hardly disappointed, yet I feel let down and disingenuous. Just once I would like to be met with an upfront kick smacking my face with a sense of urgency that requires an immediate return in kind. Four walls produce four corners, if you remain within their borders, so will the intentions of the days. With a wandering thought, the short, but sweet finish of solidarity begins to trail off. Cautiously following the unanswered that chooses to linger behind, I find myself gazing out past a hopeful glare that dances along the sill that frames my perceptions. Buoyed by the amber reflection that explodes with imagination, I cannot help but lick my lips. Now that it is quiet, I wonder… will the colors taste just as exquisite?

Lately, the soreness has been beckoning like an unwanted houseguest who believes that hospitality exists intertwined with the present tense. I do not believe that I have aggravated a prior injury, but rather… I conclude that I have activated a previous engagement that has always been regrettably…cut short. Predetermined and hopefully forgotten, on the good days, I can almost feel myself gently sliding from ruffled pages too worn to bond with even the stickiest of a self manufactured adhesive. Ambling is as safe as the crown on the setting sun, even if tomorrow it will always awake feeling a tad wet. Still when I am sent for, I do not plan on keeping my alias waiting. He has a certain charm that way, slippery moves and a mashed whit spark a rooting interest in even the most neutral of oglers. Unfortunately, I am not Switzerland and I am not in control like those who spread out to celebrate. I would rather not stand for fear of nervous applause. Even in admiration, I have very few fans who can fold the distance.