USUALLY ORDINARY

I am an ordinary person living an ordinary life. My mind well caged by my body, I manage a good cover up. I take care not to attract attention, it makes me feel good. Just like daylight makes me feel healthy but I put on my dark glasses anyway.

I converse with people. Surprisingly they end up liking me. When I am being the vaguest, I am called an artist. I often tune out of conversations, but the curiosity in my eyes suits them fine. Shall I say we agree to disagree? That’s my oft used line.

I run chores too. Mostly, I seem useful to many. Though sometimes I do break a glass or spill the milk. They think I am accident prone and I have never objected. Well, it helps that I look submissive. It helps no one really has looked at me that well.

I also seem phlegmatic to most. At times, I have vehemently insisted. How easy it is to make believe that I am parched and dry! Apathy comes naturally to me and I make the most of that.

But at times, when the moonlight shines on the waves in the distant seas and there is no living ghost around me, I have floated unnoticed on the dark waters and conversed with the moon. In solitude, I sing songs of love. I have narrated my dreams to sleepy flowers before the break of dawn and at dawn I have collected the dewy diamonds left by the blue eyed fairies and worn them around my ankle. Sometimes I fly above the clouds and let them possess my being; like a humid mist of happiness they cling to me. I quietly slip off when the world sleeps… to live. When the night is interrupted by daylight, I come back to sleep through life.