She meows desperately, not really understanding what it is that she seeks. She knows that she is weak and afraid that she is meek, then suddenly a shadow glides across the window screen from which she peeks. She slumps down into her shoulders in terror of what could happen, what could be, as she hears the screech of a passing Hawk from the sea, she jumps through the air and runs down the carpeted stairs to hide in her designer closet where she thinks dark thoughts about how unfair life can be. "It could of been me. I could of been free. Only Destiny says; What will be, will be." Then she sleeps and she dreams, or does she?
A man pretending to be normal is holding a child because it is expected of him. He is completely and totally uncomfortable with this situation, every particle of his stance shows that he is, even the child feels it as it begins to cry. There is no kind of connection on any level of life, he is only trying to survive. The heart long dead emotionally still beats, it pumps the blood through the body, and the body is still activated, it goes through the motions of primary actions, the expected gestures of a life. There is no one home, the spirit is gone, it the physical body, occupied by the mind alone. When did the Spirit and Soul leave? At twenty-eight years old? A life sentence in an animated body armor, that no longer feels or experiences life. Reaction, not action. He is playing a part on a world stage, where the audience has long gone home.
"Lighten up! Life is too important to be taken so seriously."
- Oscar Wilde-