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The Best of Yourself

4am

Eyes wide open.
My head spinning and murmuring:

''It is time to wake up and hammer the object of your desire from two different directions with bullets of Love and Joy''

I get up from the warm bed, walk up to my wardrobe, put a trouser on and a t-shirt.
I move swiftly through the night like a cat at midnight looking for his lover.
I boil some water to warm my spirit with a cup of tea.
I enter the office by pushing the door slowly.
So I can gently wake him up

It is there inside the black box on the desk.

I get naked in front of it every single day,
It is the one for which I pour all my being into for hours and hours non-stop

Time passes by and I see it when looking up the clock, it smiles gently at me with his 24hour teeth and asks everytime I see it:

''why are you naked in front of that thing my love?
You shall be naked on the beach, the sun touching your breast, the wind caressing your hair, and the water resting in between her thighs. Living the pleasant life my dear''

I reply:
''Thanks for your concern, Sir.
But Can't you see it?
I am already on the beach appreciating the chance of being here with the sun touching my skin, having a sense of direction with the wind in my hair, and sensing the infinity of possibilities with the water in between my thighs.
In all, I am focusing on getting this thing released into the world so it can live and breathe on its own.''

''Oh, what a good thing to know!'' Time says with relief
''I'll help you to enjoy this moment'', he continues., ''Let me slow up the time for you my dear so you can enjoy truly and peacefully this moment as you fire bullet of Love and Bullet of Joy to the object of desire and when it is ready, it will be finally released into this world.
But dear, what is it?''

''The best of Myself''

Then, I grab the cup and savour the moment.




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