The Perfect Morning , The Tired Man, an Old Love affair & Death Calling

Its kind of strange how various things are so bloody Connected , well maybe not connected but can have such simultaneous appearances.

The Perfect Morning for a friend , with the perfect light, the perfect breeze, the perfect Music in the back ground, the perfect cup of tea and the perfect Drizzle to make it known that you are not in a dream. The perfect world

And out side of it The tired man exists , shuttling day in and day out from Job to home, 16 hours in the office for two consecutive days, no time to breathe , no time to eat , chaotic focused energy , on the event , the expectations the unknown , knowing that hes missing out on life while he exists like this. Knowing that the opportunity is calling and might not call out for long , but stuck in existentiality. But the present is in its own way a different high, of aspiration of potentiality.

And then there is a Dream a dream that dose not even break on waking up and sleeping again , a dream of a past love , of her acceptance and her rejection, in disbelief the man is pulled in to a fatal attraction with someone that is now history. He dreams of the love they share , the exotic love making is intense , there is this strange tense restriction in every action and yet somewhere in the inside he knows that its all wrong. That this is not the way it is meant to be , the advice from another friend on relationships , an apparition in pieces to give advice on love, on failure , or rejection . Its intense this mix . Finally I see him Shoveling on the ground behind the woman from the past , marking a route why now i cant quite understand. He wakes up in cold sweat but wanting to go back again to that dream , the alarm clock rings and theres nothing that he can do about it.

There have been three missed calls, and a message , from a distant land, Africa. He wakes up cursing under his breath for having to wake up , for the tiredness for the lost dream . He curses the distant caller , he gets ready for office , at least it will be an easier day , he knows. And then he reads the message , "the person that he was suppose to send the medicines to , the medicines that he was suppose to send four days ago , has died. "

And then there is numbness , could he have done something to save that life probably not, the condition was already quite bad. Where did he go wrong ,well no where, but he knows that the the day will be long , the tiredness would engulf him, but it would be the perfect day because he would be comfortably Numb.