Cocaine

"If you got bad news, you wanna kick them blues; cocaine.
When your day is done and you wanna run; cocaine.
She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie; cocaine..."

The break of dawn, a cuppa Caffeine, them Clapton songs and Memories.
I write and thus release those mental blocks or maybe it is just like talking about something and getting just ears in return, which seldom happens. So I write. And instead of couple of close pals, I tell it to all you dear people who read my blog thingy.

Mum says I caress the mental blocks when I write and rather than solving them, I just write about them thus glorifying stuff I shouldn't be glorifying. No Ol' Momma, I don't glorify the shit in my mind. Do we glorify shit? We just take it out the right way and there it goes down with the flushed water. And we come out satisfied. :)

Clapton takes me back to a few chosen paths in my mind. I miss certain moments and a person. It was during the Clapton strums I fell in love with her and over Clapton strums the feeling had to go.

That feeling has no past and certainly no future. It fades away the next instant but at that time- I'm all warm and a fool for ruddy emotions. :)

"If your thing is gone and you wanna ride on; cocaine.
Don't forget this fact, you cant get it back; cocaine.
She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie; cocaine..."

A Narcotic.
That is what Love is. And that is what it feels like when it's supposed to stay no more. It comes back, in a rush of sounds and heart-beats, when you live in the past and then you open your eyes, here is your present... future staring you in the face and the Mad Rush?
Gone... like the rain.

I missed her today morning. Then I missed her no more.
I don't know whether I'll miss her again or not.
It is not for me to know.
Not when it comes and goes with Clapton strums.
And I am not an addict for sure. :)

Just stay in the moment and feel in love.
Then stay in the future and feel in love with another person.
What matters is the melting feeling you experience...
And the silly grin that forms on your face.

Feel the rush and let it go.
It gives you a High and an Insight into things.
The pieces all fall into place and you see the sense of things.
A jigsaw never makes sense in the present but it does in the future.
Godspeed!

"She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie; cocaine."