Oh! to be a fly. To watch how he does it every moment of his life. Being so gentle, so caring and so loving. To watch that twinkle in his eye. To read his mind while he sips his mug of tea.
Is it a difficult task, I think to myself.
Aren't we all similar to him in many ways. So how or what is it, that makes him tick.? What is it that makes him more wanted by others? I'd like to know more.
But do I really want to know. Or am I content with just knowing him for what he portrays. What he reveals. What he writes.
It's a maze in there. Inside my thoughts. It's confusing. It's overwhelming. But am I ready to let go of my picture of him?
I think I need some more time..some more moments cherishing what I have had in my dreams with him.
I let him be. As he writes. As he thinks. As he smiles.
I fly away. Back to my world, to my existence, to my happy befuddling rumination.
In response to the word prompt of the day Fly over at Marathon Bloggers
7 comments:
What a lovely picture and an equally lovely take on the prompt!
I could actually picture the fly saying all that :D
Wow.. Loved it
Wow.. Lovely! Loved it :)
Loved that picture.. what an amazing closeup. And what a thoughtful, insightful fly you make!
oh I never thought of that fly! Interesting interpretation :)
Lovely take on the theme Prats! And amazing capture as well :)
Soo nicely written
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