Forgetting

     What pray tell was that you said?  Know the air, tell the piano who you are, kick the rain, be the reaction you want to be when the chance comes.  Okay, now, if I have your attention, and even if I don't, just let the dust settle and join me while I shoot at some crude or kiss the sky.
     Just because is a good enough reason to go along with some cockamamie concept that a spiritual guide is whispering nothings in your eating patterns.  Now we all want to take a bite out of that apple, or just pick any fruit. 
     Public service, just like any attempt to subject yourself upon others in any particular room you inhabit is I suppose a noble gesture, but in my own corner of this infinite space we conjure up from time to time, though I do entice myself with the written word, I desire to be less known and less fiscally stable.  I sit close to the edge knowing all along I have that choice of not falling in, until I choose to.
     Conflict can be surprisingly alluring and yet it doesn't come with a set of instructions and whether you learn anything from it, is a matter left unsaid. I have always thought my personal Waterloo's were for my digestion only while hoping no one else had to choke on my outcomes.
     Finally, with a few nuances in our daily lives we can all come to culinary truths about what we have to ingest, and those processed social medias we can just push to the edge of the Hunger Games, working on the premise they have no influence on what we really see, feel, touch or hear, and Oh, I forgot the fifth sense we brought into our benign worlds.  A good meal comes with condiments often blurring the actual flavors of the dish itself and we can and will decipher the main ingredients in the pies we eye from time to time.
      Comfort food generally wins the day after the few bitter and often times opinionated flavor profiles we choose to participate in our dining table Lazy Susan, even if she fed us Tea and Orange cakes, and you want to travel with her.  Just click those Ruby Slippers together, and repeat the lines " There's no place like Home, There's no place like Home...."  Like a good neighbor, forgetting you were Late for Dinner becomes the lost art of arbitrary deliverance. One can eat their cake and have it too.