He Thought

he picked at the fluff that had collected on his shirt
it amazed him how this shirt would collect anything it touched
rolling it between his fingers he dropped it to the floor
unsure why, as he hated the floor being dirty
he looked around the room
somewhat proud
but very happy with this place
it was a great feeling…..
being here

he glanced down at his feet
sure it was time he should cut his nails
his feet were getting dry and he had always promised himself
that he wouldnt let his feet turn out
the way so many 50 year olds do…
white and cracked too many years of walking….
but then again,
if you dont walk, how would you get there?

he looked at the clock and thought that he was waisting time
but then couldn’t think of anything to do
when he had no time, there was too many things now,
they had escaped him
and the ones he did think of he couldn’t be bothered starting
or finishing, which ever the case was
so he poured hiself a glass of milk
and drank it slowly as he looked once again around the room

‘I guess I should vacume’ he thought
remembering the fluff he had dropped
not quite sure what else could be on the floor
he set the glass down, it was haf empty
but wait, he stoped and looked at it again…
it was only half empty because he was halfway thru emptying it
now he saw it set against the the room he knew it was half full
he smiled at that thought
“half full”
and he knew the other half would be home soon
his smile grew at that thought
“other half”
so he went and got the vacume cleaner
better get this out of the way

once that was done, he went and opened the windows
he always liked a lite breeze
though something cought his eye as he was unlatching the window
the way the sunlight fell on the trees
from here they looked like trees from a model railway set
and the patches of light rippled slowly over the green
he loved that
the way the clouds cast such large shadows
that when you’re under them you cant tell you just think it’s cloudy all over
but from here, he could see the shadows creeping silently over those houses
the people inside believing it’s cloudy out

then it clicked, ‘I was here to open the window’
he knew his mind could wonder, and it normaly didn’t bother him
but it did now, with all the things he had to achieve
oh, thats right
‘I’ve got nothing to do’
he went and picked up his glass and walked across to the couch he sat sown,
sure now more then ever that he liked it
they had only bought it a few days ago
and he was really happy with their purchase
the milk once again cooled his mouth and felt so smooth flowing down his throat
he looked deep into his glass
seeing if he could analise the make up of the white liquid
it looking much thicker then it was
it made him think of ice cream

he looked up, glanced out the window and around the room
somthing was missing,
the should be an extra layer
everything works in threes
the three stranded rope, is stronger then two
he had what he was feeling (one strand)
and what he could see (two strands)
but where was what he was hearing (the third strand)
he got up and walked to the cabinate where ther CDs were
music was often the most forgotten strand of any experience
and he loved to experience everything to the full
and to do that, it needed a soundtrack
“it’s the soundtrack to our lives” he thought
a quote from a movie
this is why he aways craves music

he scanned the titles, not sure what he felt like
too many to choose from
and not enough at the same time
but there were so many here he loved surely he could fine one
he saw the name at the end of the row and she said ‘I know you, I’ll sing for you’
and knew she was perfect
even the things that annoyed him on the album made her perfect
he pressed play with a sence of releif
and went and sat on the floor, leaning against the couch
this was it
the cord was complete
‘this scene is complete’ he thought ‘if this were a movie, it’d be perfect
the camera would come up to the building and find me through the window
then it would seem to come right through the glass and the music would get louder
as I sit here staring at the TV even though it’s switched off, the music hinting at how I am feeling
I would then pull out some paper and start writing
and then when I was finished I’d fold it away just in time, before he gets home’

with that thought he got out a piece of paper
holding the pencil loosely, not quite sure what he was going to write
he aways did this
just looked at the paper till something came to mind
but then he got lost in his thoughts once again
and without knowing wrote on one corner of the paper
then he woke up from his day dream and looked down
“I love him” printed messily on the otherwise blank paper
he smiled
“I Love Him”