OK what are you doing?

OK what are you doing?

I am looking at you and I'm saddened by what I see.

You have changed so much in the last years. You used to be a docile elephant, always following the orders of your master, doing your work, resting when allowed. But lately

you've gone rogue I feel. You never finish your wheat bushels and you always trample the poor farmers underfoot without a care in the world.

i bet the beans will grow into wonderful stuff! perhaps something green for my fibre-lacking stomach? i have been struggling on the toilet

of Forgotten Dreams, the Washroom of Discarded Ambitions, the Bath Tub of Hubris. I tried my best to clean it all with the Soap of Redemption, but the Stains of Suffering remained.

"Have you considered a Spritz of Dissolution?" asked my presumably former roommate, whom I thought I had kicked out of our apartment for being a Prince of Non-Payment of the Rent.

I had no idea that my old roommate would be here. He appeared ghastly, translucent even. It had been years since I saw him last, but why now is he back? I thought I got rid of him.

i could still remember the fell of his hands on my skin. The painful memories resurfaced. he still looked hauntingly beautiful. but why was he back just to break my heart?