lazy afternoon

the fans are turning 'round and 'round, issuing man made wind.
little blessings to an army boy just off duty.
a forgotten book lies ajar, its owner off on patrol;
a chattering of little sounds from the card game just below
making me feel comfortable yet strangely all alone.
its time to rest, time to sleep, not time for any other;
for duty calls once again all to early, but never too late.

2 shifts up, 2 more to go...

Guard duty, or why I am lying in bed in full uniform, in camp on a saturday

Guard duty.

I'm lying fully clothed on my (designated) bed, boots on (with blue! covers to protect the sheets). Ready for a turnout(!), or my shift, whichever comes first. My mates all around me, similarly clothed and lying in similar beds. Like blue and green peas in a pod. Its breezy as I type this message; through the wonders of technology; through my phone. The body is inactive, but the mind is in overdrive. Strange things happen when you're bored. Not when you're busy, I guess because your mind is focused, limiting its options to roam. Or as a compensation for my physical confinement in barracks, my mind gets to wander out through the wilderness of space and time to explore and contemplate. Or maybe its just that I think for too much for my own good.

/I stalk you/

I'm interested in people / its been a while
Addicted in reading blog posts / my own little library of surprises
People near and distant / the internet web drawing everyone closer

Heartbreaks

Clashes

/slashes/

Joys & Desires

Written on electronic parchment / for everyone and no one to see.
?interesting? / yes, definitely

love/sex/drive/lust/hate/envy/deceit/terror/mayham/joy/sadness/hurt/fulfillment.
All (results of) emotions. The same with the humble blog post.
Like a storm in a teacup, so they write about civil wars, physical and mental torture (that'll make the Gestapo puke) hurt, hate, extreme gladness and sadness. Contained in words to form miniature worlds, alternative universes.