All the lonely people...

Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Another day at my favorite Starbucks, another day with the possibility of a storm, another cup of coffee as I sit and watch all that is going on around me. Funny though that today the coffee does not taste particularly good, maybe it has to do with fact that I had real coffee recently and my taste buds are rebelling against the imperfect brew that I am now consuming - it is drinkable, and yet there is something lacking that I just cannot put into words, a certain something that is just beyond the grasp of my conscience, something I know that I just cannot describe...

Maybe it is the weather that is upsetting the balance that I usually have with a cup of white chocolate mocha. The storm is coming though it has no arrived, and I await its entry into my reality. I just wish it was here so that the moon ad the stars would align with my mouth, and I shall again experience a joy that I could never place into words, an orgasm of my senses that borders upon a religious experience - rain, lightening, Starbucks, being surrounded by the masses and yet being utterly alone with my thoughts and my typing. It is so near and yet it may as well be a million miles from nowhere...

And so I sit not fully enjoying this day staring upon a rack of umbrellas that I wish I could hand out to all those coming and going so that they won't get wet. And yet I cannot for the skies have not opened up and the Heaven's have not poured upon the masses as they enter and exit, and the thunder has not roared to life, and the lightening has not painted streaks across the darkened clouds. The umbrellas shall remain unopened huddled safely within their rack, and the coffee that remains within my cup will not taste exactly like I wish it to taste, and the people will slowly stroll across the parking lot for the time has not yet arrived - it is near, but not near enough for my liking...

And I have a feeling that to time will not arrive before I must move onto my next station on my journey. My day is just out of synch with the way that I wish it to be. And that just about sums up my day, nothing is wrong and yet nothing is quite right either. I feel as if I was a stranger in a strange land, and yet, I am exactly where I should be at this moment. There is a familiarity that is strange about the way today has been. Maybe, just maybe, the world is revolving a bit quicker today or maybe I am traveling through space a bit slower than usual. In either case there is something in toady that has gone awry and I do not have it within my powers to make it right, I cannot fix that which is not broken, but rather just has its timing wrong...

So I sit and wonder about this synchronization problem while the people file by like some invisible conveyor belt to have the coffee on this day. I also wonder about the people who will bring a pile of books - five to ten at a time - though they will only glance at one or possibly two before leaving to continue their day. I also wonder about the regulars who occupy the same seats time after time that I am here, reading away, and yet never buying a thing. I also wonder if there is anyone else in here that is as out of synch today as I find myself to be, is there anyone else who is not quite right with the world? And I wonder...

And I wonder about the words that come off my fingers as I sit here wondering about things, I wonder if any of them will be read by anyone else on this planet. And if the words are read, will these people be able to relate to all that is written or will they too be as out of synch with my message as I am with typing it? I wonder if the storm will hit and bring life to this lifeless rambling that I find myself in the midst of. I wonder on all this and nothing as I wonder on the things that I have mentioned though nothing seems quite right though it is as it should be...

And still the rains have not fallen and the coffee is not tasting better and I still find that I do not seem right with the universe though I still wonder about it all, and I cannot make it right, I cannot change the course that this day has taken, I cannot get off this ride, I cannot make it stop, and I cannot stop thinking about it, I cannot make it go away, I cannot hide from the Truth as it unfolds before my eyes, I cannot bury myself in the sand to emerge with a different outlook on the world. This is the way of today and I must accept that fact and deal with it the best I can for it is what it is and so shall it be. My day has been Karmalized in a bad sort of groove, and all I can do is wait until my soul is smiled upon once again...

And such as it is, as it was, as it ever shall be until I type again...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...