Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Run, Rabbit!

The inner voice becomes increasingly willing to accept the tiniest of distinctions - learns to rely on them, expects, insists, then lets them all go again as if that was the idea. 

The piñata principle: start out noble and containing great inner riches, festively colored, garbed for the party. By the time you realize you're not getting a piece of cake you've already been strung up in the backyard with fishing line, surrounded by blinded screaming kids with broom sticks, spinning in helpless circles, preparing you for the night when they arrive with the torches and pitchforks. 

Hard colored candies blossoming in the afternoon sunlight as they seem to rise then each trickle towards the ground, brought down by squeals and cheers, dancing amidst the latest shafts of light, falling at the stamping feet of laughing children.