Grapes are sour

But most aren't. Or are they?

How does one live in pretense and not peep inside one's self, for once?
For how long could one continue wearing that tempting, deceitful blindfold?

Sure, that is the less complicated way to live. But till when?

Is it really that difficult to bare all to oneself? The flaws and the failures.

I'm no practitioner of denial. It is what it is. Life.

May be I'm no clever fox.

Wear my shoes, will ya?

Wear my shoes, will ya?

Black, white, red, tan...

They twirl, tap and trot

They pinch, tear and bite.

Sandals, flip-flops, flats...

Walk a mile in them

Kick the moon, touch the stars.

May be a little jig on the streets?

They are nice you know, my shoes.

They've walked on beds of roses

And ruffled many a golden autumn leaf.

They've felt the chill of seeping rain

And the dull numbing of life from snow.

Wear them, won't ya? My shoes?

They've climbed haughty mountains

And roamed meadows green.

They've hopped through scarring battles

And loitered on days clean.

Wear my shoes damned!

They'll take you there.

Just once

Pull down the fence

"It wasn't only wickedness and scheming that made people unhappy, it was confusion and misunderstanding; above all, it was the failure to grasp the simple truth, that other people are as real as you."

~ Ian McEwan, Atonement

Once, just once walk out of the confines of your narrow thoughts and you'll see how big-hearted the world is, its people are. It is a lovely place to be, this earth. Made of love, meant for love. Let not your little games scar its childlike sinlessness.

Squeeze your toes into someone's shoes. Feel every pinch, understand every bite, talk to every sore. Ask why they are there, how they were born. Others get hurt too, you know.

Do a little jig in the rain. Let your rigid pretensions run down and be one with the humble wet earth. Shove your twisted head out of that dark clammy cocoon. Breathe. Listen. Feel.

There is a truth of much more consequence and character than blood. Humanity. Everyone can't be bad. Or wrong. Cross that barbed fence of your suspicions, strip down your prejudices.

When it is so simple and so much more fun to be single-faced, why complicate your existence with two faces???