“Remember: the time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself. Life’s cruelest irony.”
― Douglas Coupland, Shampoo Planet
Today I got licked by a toad. Maybe it was trying to get high, or it just wanted a princess; either way the irony did not get lost on me.
There is something so peaceful about holding poisonous snakes in your hand. Basics of life. Nothing else matters in that moment. It’s just you and a nice little fellow. Chilling. In that moment all the past doors I opened where not there at all. All the buzzing in the brain. Gone.
So it is with great difficulty that I’m writing this blog post. A quiet mind is not the mind of a writer. Not after all the overthinking of the past week. My mind kept me busy even during the night and now nothing. That feeling one gets when life itself stands still. Nothing matters. Just the moment. Breathing. Vegetating. Thinking about the kiss from the toad. The most affectionate touch I’ve experienced in a while. Did he get high, like we would if we kissed it? Was it just trying to escape its existence, its confinement or just defending its precious solitude?
Aromatic deception 