CHECKMATE

I am in a relationship with life for over three decades and I think life is cheating on me, periodically. It gives me those sweet talks in the late, sleepless hours. Talks about bright future and being all optimistic – classic cheater behavior. Then BAM with lack of willpower mornings, no meaning/blocked days and moments of unknown sadness. In those times I say to life (often without words): Time is an illusion. I have moment of victory feeling by knowing it is not pleasant to hear that, and then I light a cigarette. Maybe I should just start a relationship with the sea. It is always so transparent and deep – in other words honest and real and waits patiently. To have house on the shore and live in peace. How about that life!?! CHECKMATE!! We gonna talk about the sun some other time…