The Elders

This is to funny. It seems the house of addicts has turned into an old age home. No disrespect as I adore old or more wise folk but this scenario is  just surreal.

A week ago, this lounge was filled with a young "hip" British boy with skinny jeans who thinks very highly of himself, an artist of course, with 2 pretty girls swooning over him as he played his guitar singing "there she goes....." surrounded by them were 3 large boys watching action movies at high sound to drown the "Ménage à trois" As I smoked out the window throwing obnoxious comments. It was loud, it was a vibe, it was playful and speedy.

Now what I have in front of me is the same Lounge, however it is occupied by 2 gentlemen in there seventies (alcoholics) with a lady in her late forties. No movies, no people bustling around, no pretty brit boy strumming his guitar. Instead we have classical music sweeping through the house as 3 elders gentleman A siting on a chair , legs crossed peering from his glasses speaking very high english, gentleman B sitting on the couch, with a very lazy eye and a triangular brow sipping his tea and a zesty woman dressed in a more mature attire uming and ahing in agreement We have classical music sweeping through the house as 3 elders discuss there philosophies on AA meetings to , in depth conversation about iced grotto's and helicopters that swoop into the air. 

Never a dull moment in this house. from the extreme of the youngings to the elders.

I cant help but look for the balance in between these extreme worlds, both behaviours fascinating. I t fills me with some sort of focus other than me, today I wish to be something more then me or something less. Today I wish to be you, or him, or her or they.

No No, this is my mind as it sways from dark to light and never centered. Today I simply wish to be me and be satisfied with just that!