Okay, so the other night i was at Farson's Great Beer Festival enjoying a few with my pints with my friends. The pints, well, we drank them with an aim. A goal, if you will. That of getting tee-shirts. Goal- Reached. After that an ethnic local band finally started their show. Tribali. Amazing. Utterly.
While we were acting like hippies, singing along, jumping like retards and having an overall good time, Anthea mentioned something about a post i had previously written 'Slip into the eye of your mind', and i was hoping to share it with you as i think it is a great and suitable ending to the story. Here's what she said & what I had to say about it:
"It's as though the house was built with a little a back room which survived"
Agreed- A chill out room, if you will, where the bricks are relaxed and at peace with what is going on around them. They are aware of the change, and know they can't stop it. So they gradually begin to detach themselves from the house's other bricks as staying with them begins to feel awkward and uncomfortable. It's like when the other bricks come in contact with them, the bricks of the Chill out Room feel as though that space that was filled with peace, is now gradually being filled with concrete causing a horrible feeling. This little chill out room, can feel the burn and heat caused by the fire. Fire spreads and heat travels quickly from one brick to another. But the little room, being so small, manages to defend itself well against the fire and somehow doesn't burn down. It's the only room that manages to survive and all the other bricks that once made up rooms of the house find themselves alone, trying to salvage the last parts of their brick-like relationships.
The back room feels bad for them, but knows that it's probably for the best.
Here's to a great friend, as close as a sister even =)
Peace & Love,
Torii xo
totally agree!
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