circles

oo
The circles touch.
They never join.
It is neither good nor bad.
Unless they are alive.
Then they feel alone, eventually.
oo

not just because it is late

Gosh it is really late. I miss Davy Jones. And Jerry Garcia. And Elvis Presley. And my Grandma. Especially my Grandma. You know, I am not really sure, but I don't think my Grandma liked Elvis Presley. I hope that is not still a problem. I am afraid it may be.

seems like there is a new challenge each and every day

On my way to work in the normal bumper-to-bumper traffic this morning, in the car behind mine, a man, or maybe a woman, has levied a curse upon me.  I don't know their gender because I cannot look back.  More accurately, I refuse to look behind me or in my rear-view or side mirrors.  I will not make eye contact.  But I know I am the random victim of a thrill curse.  A wretched curse designed to test their power over me, a curse that is supposed to make me scratch my head, even though I do not want to or need to. Involuntary scratching.  Possibly the curse is more broad than scratching, and he/she is willing me to do any sort of touching of my head. They are watching, but I will not touch, tug, pull, poke or scratch.  I will not give them the satisfaction.  Bastard.  Fiendish bastard. Not today.