This is how you are supposed to eat a taco!
Depleted, I find surreptitious in mind; Mulling and contrived, I opine.
Recalling the colors: Red, green, and white
Does nothing to add to my unfettered fight
I’ve lost a lot through my short journey of life
More than most with consideration to strife
I have never been what I thought I could be
That is a very sincere tragedy
I tried for years to be top shelf
Lost my luck and lost myself
I have skills nobody cares
And a house full of useless wares
Pity on me is taken in jest
Death would bring just and rest.
The light above his head was flickering, but he ate and drank with disregard. We all allowed his stay as he was one who always stopped by at our time of closing. He kept to himself, was silent and was courteous both in etiquette and in tipping. He was never one for conversing and always ate and drank the same things. We could easily time his visits and just put it on the table ahead of his arrival, but that would have likely driven him away from our establishment. It is almost as if he indulged in being a shadow, even though he was considered a regular by us. He would just saunter in as usual with his book and wave his finger to let the staff know it was a table for one and there he would sit. Facing the table and throwing his right arm in the air as his left hand wrote the meaning of it. He never once engaged in candid conversation beyond another beverage or more salsa; He just kept kindly to himself and tipped very well. We never gave much care as to his staying after hours as he never did anything beyond coughing or making us throw another bottle of beer in the trash. Easily one of our favorites, though, we always kept that to ourselves. He seemed like a field rat in a barn during winter so we tried our best not to spook him and it seemed to work fairly well. Occasionally, he would ask for something not offered on our menu, but we were always inclined to provide because him shifting his standard meal was like fireworks on the 4th of July. He was a very private, but kindred soul, and seemed to know where he could find peace, which we adored and embraced. We would sneak in some things just for him so he would stay a customer. Funny, I know, but when you toss up a bowl of fresh split pea soup in a Mexican restaurant for only one person, it becomes obvious the mutual love of patron and worker adoration. He was usually intrigued by such indulgences, but accepted them because we kept him to his corner booth so he could do whatever it was he wanted to do and however long he wanted to do it. I know a few busboys who got screwed into keeping watch well into the wee hours of the morning just to make sure he was fine until he felt it was time to retire. That speaks a lot about the people we have on staff; We know our people and give them special perks beyond what would be considered normal. He definitely got away with all our rules and it never bothered us. Some nights he would open up and tell us the craziest of stories and enlighten us about the trials and tribulations of his life that led him to this nightly routine. It always invigorated us as he was so companionable. You felt sad each time he dropped his tip and walked out the door. Funny that you don’t see many of those characters these days. Everybody seems too busy to do this, that, and the other thing. This guy seemed to know that patience is a virtue and didn’t make any of it a spectacle. He just enjoyed his time and made it a point for us to enjoy our time. It was a stark day when the routine abruptly ended. The booth that he kept each night for so many years is no longer available and the light bulb above it has since died. That booth is reserved upon his return.
This stupid-easy, two-ingredient recipe for vegan caramel sauce has us dreaming of endless cakes, sundaes, and brownies to come. Click the pic for the super-simple instructions!
Like the funniest thing I have ever seeen.
Another day in paradise! FTW Friday! (Taken with Instagram)
walk me down the surreptitious path i have yet to tread. cleave me in the idea that the moonlight does truly dance upon my shoulders in a way that i have never before seen. hearken me to the waters, the glistening reflection of the night and let me lay to rest my soul. justifiably find some abstract way to deny me of such pleasure. give me some reasoning as to keep me in the confines my room, juxtaposed by candle light when the breadth and depth of the moonlight seems much more inviting. allow me to jump ship and run across the path in joyous somberness. somnambulism will be my biggest friend tonight. the light which casts shadows upon my floor speaks volumes and my soul can no longer partake in the candle light as it does not grasp the concept. it will soon burn out as will the moonlight but the moonlight is enrapturing and breathtaking. i wish i to only go to it and dance upon the shadows it creates. grant me the one wish of jejune naivety. let me freely dance and enjoy this moment as it will soon be forgotten come dawn. the dawn of another dreary day and one that is not wanted. sure, the superfluous stars shine on like a disco ball which enchants but does not project the trueness of the night. the night calls for darkness and gloom while the moon hosts a glimmer of light that is soft and soothing. the soliloquy presented is capable of mesmerizing and causing utter lack of thought at first glance. but you also find yourself locked in a web of your thoughts and no way to escape them. i wish to escape. i wish to dive right in that reflection and let it be part of me. like a fish i want to take the bait in hopes it completes me and my yen for overcoming my hunger. like the fish i will soon be stricken with my loss of life as i so curiously jump at something that isnt true. fate dealt an angry blow and the moon is there, watching, waiting, and allowing a spectacle to be made of me. the giddiness has fallen to the hook and the body now lays at the person who sought it. gutted, my remnants left for the land. the moon sees all and gives no remorse as it is just a mere spectator. naked and displayed where all can devour, i am nothing more than skin and bone being prepared for some innocuous meal. a frenzy of vultures that want nothing more than to fill their stomachs and leave me with nothing but what i thought was my soul. burdened, alone and hoping for the sun to awaken me, well, what is left of me, to give me just for being barely alive. barely alive. i shall curse the moon tonight and beg forgiveness that the sun doesnt burn me to death. the stars are still dancing. they dance. i hope they will still dance…..