It must be the moon! I have not a single doubt about it, it is the moon!
Hang on! Before anyone think the full moon affect me in the way it does werewolves and all, then know you I am not one! Hmm...though there are times I was I was one. Wooo wooo wooo!
I'm just plain loco this evening...that's what I am! And when you consider the swing in emotion I was experiencing earlier today - one moment ecstatic, the other dejected - this may be quite a contrast. And I have no explanation to give at all, except for that shiny yellowish round disc seemingly floating halfway between Earth and the heavens above! But hang on again...perhaps not! That's it! Perhaps...
Earlier yesterday, I was feeling real down. Then I just blazed the internet looking for nothing in particular, but found something spectacular! Like that videos of 'Eres tu', which though the song has haunted me for ages, prior to yesterday it never clicked to my mind to google or yahoo! it. And when I found it, I just felt like crying my lungs out, which I did much to my emak's dismay. But since it was visible only her face and nothing audible, I guess she understands her son's state of affair at this time of the year. That's good for her, because I certainly don't!
Ok, before I babble on, you've got to listen to this song.
Hmm...I do love this song, and I do love Tom Jones singing it. But then, this song could have also been the culprit which caused further topsy-turvy in my emotional wellbeing yesterday! Then, out of the nowhere, I thought I heard the melodious voice of an angel. I could not have been dreaming, yet, I must have. If it indeed was a dream which I think it is not, then it must have been the best dream in my life yet. That is, off course, if it is a dream. Hey! I did say I am el-loco tonight, didn't I?
Anyway, in my dream which may not have been one, the angel and I became engaged in a conversation which I found hard to break off. Now, it is not that I did want to break off the conversation in anyway at all. I mean, I'd be doubly or triple el-loco to do that with an angel, wouldn't I? What I mean is that, just how do you wean a 44yr old man from the candy he's been longing for all his life? You can't! And there I was happily talking to the angel and wishing the moment would never end. But, sigh, end it did when she whispered, rather sweetly I must add, that she does have to fly into the neverland to recharge her vitality. Could I then, as a man, ever refuse an angel's request? I'd be 10 times loco to do that, wouldn't I? And so she flew off last night leaving me, calm and besoothed and later I just laid on my back till about 3am before closing it blissfully for the night. Sigh...such a beautiful moment.
Anyway, I wake up this morning feeling half happy for having talked to an angel, half sad as I wished she could have stayed longer, and half deranged as I don't know when she'll come around again. Hmm...that's more than 2 halves already! Oh well, lets just attribute the 3rd half to the state to being deranged.
Surprisingly later - earlier this evening, that is - I was calm again. Then, no sooner had I stepped out of the house, I saw it again! Yerp! that shiny yellowish round disc seemingly floating halfway between Earth and the heavens above! I began to shiver and the hair stood on its end somewhat like a punk's hair! Its the moon!