Five Minutes Game

for five minutes the world was pink with purple polkadots

 

For five minutes I was a rock in the sun. Nothing happened, but I was warm on top and cool beneath.

 

for five minutes I was the blade that pierced my own heart causing my own blood to spill.....

 

For five minutes I was a Raven flying high above through rocky catherdrals and higher

 

for five minutes there was world wide silence.........

 

For five minutes I could talk to Ghosts

 

for five minutes I was the tooth fairy

 

For five minutes, I was pursued by wild forest felines that kept raking my heels with their sharp claws.

 

For five minutes I forget my nightmares

 

for five minutes I was Cinderella's fairy godmother

 

For five minutes I was were i want to be on the highest mountain away from the vermin that stalks the streets.

 

For five minutes I was a dandelion seed. I floated high upon the breeze on wings of fluff, warmed by the dazzling sunlight. Below were automobiles inchworming forward in rush hour immobility, and gulls wheeled looking for tasty trash. Patchwork fields formed a cozy quilt of the land, and I finally drifted into the pale grey mists of a cloud.

 

For Five Minutes I was in a place were the wind blows getly through my hair and the only thing heard is that of the low whistle of soft winds and no fear of the nightmares within.

 

for five minutes I was laying on the beach watching the dark grey clouds rolling in as the thunder rolled and the lightning strikes and the rain pours heavily down onto the waves crashing upon the cold and sandy beach...

 

For five minutes I watched the sun setting. Firstm coral streaks begn to glow along the edges of the clouds. Then pink began to bleed into the blue of the sky, and purple threads grew into a lacy web. Then the sun transformed into shimmering molten gold, and the horizon began to bleed deep red, spreading upwards and separating into oranged and crimson pools. The sun sank into the groaning hills. Slowly darkness took the sky and inexorably engulfed all color

 

For five minutes I actually thought there was such a thing as true equality amongst all.

 

For five minutes, I was a bumblebee, buffeted in a constantly shifting wind. I darted among purple clusters of wildflowers, collecting nectar. Then I was bounced by the wind toward a spinning dust eddy over a smooth black hot surface. A moment later I became one with a windshield.

 

(p I love how you can make me giggle! My giggles sound wierd though.))

 

(Why do you say that?)

 

(Which one? Well I shall answer both, Cause' you are funny and cause' giggling is ugly to me.)

 

Really? I like giggling. I like any kind of honest laughter. I chuckle, chortle, and howl. I snort, snicker and gasp. And I definitely giggle.

Life is too short to tale too seriously, and too weird not to laugh at.

 

(I totally agree on the last part I've had something so wierd happen to me that all I could do was laugh. /Two/ flat tires in one trip, and both happen in the middle of no where.)

 

Oh, of COURSE. It would be too easy if it happened in front of a discount tire store (unless they made a habit of layin down nail sticks to get customers)

But I have no use for mean laughter, laughter that makes someone feel small and worthless.

 

For five minutes I was the subject of mean laughter. But that five minutes was compounded into months.
I decided I would never do that to someone else.

 

For 5 minutes, I thought I was back at home. I may my head on my kitties tummy gently, listening to her soft purring, lulling my tattered heart back into it's rightful place.

(( I miss my kitty.))