Knock Knock?

How fast does a though occur? Where does it start, get all it parts and pieces, to put itself together and invade the gray matter? Give itself form and with that, give itself meaning, strength. Power. How does something without any true existence have power? Where does this intangible, not really there thing, get the resilience to stay where it is not wanted? What gives it the corrosive, destructive, killing chemistry when IT is not real?

Who’s there? I wish I knew. At any moment I no longer know how to answer that.

The group now longer wish to get along, to work together or communicate. They want to do away with each other. Each to run things. They do not trust each other. At the worst times they will not even believe they are all in there together. On and off.

I am on all day long, the happy cheerful host to those seeking to find peace and humor. Everything is perfect with me, for them. I find the answers to their questions, the numbers, the recipes, the directions, the times and scores. I hand them, over and over again the fix to their problem(s). I listen to them and they believe I care. That I want to take in their poison, filth and sickness. To share it with them and to find a way for them to get past, though or over it. Some just want to brag on it and share it with someone, anyone, that will not judge or condemn them for it.

Back here I talk to the boys, the plants and the walls. I make lists of things I will never do. One reaches out, the other runs away. One just wanders. One is nesting like a pregnant woman and another is fantasizing of gallows. One steams fresh asparagus and the other stares at the knife. One prays for the meal and another denies it.

Who’s there? hm. If I only knew I might tell you. How fast does a thought occur? Can it cause the same defining roar as a fighter passing the speed of sound? Even that is a momentary burst of noise. Not a continuous raging storm of sounds.

Knock Knock. Who’s there?

Daune. Duane who?

Duane the bathtub, I’m drowning!