Who Am I?

Who Am I?

But the luckiest guy in the world
still scratching his head
He loses himself
In thoughts of
“What did I do
to deserve Her?”

He… was still a child at heart
He believed in Camelot, MagicK
and fairy tales, even green men
that lived on the moon.

He looked for messages
that the universe would leave Him! Secret encryptions only god himself could share.

Before he knew what had just transpired, there was an electric current that cracked through the air. Something had happened in
that briefest of moments
something that would change His
life, and he, would never be the
same

Again

He grew up in silence, hearing whispered tales of Aphrodite, her formidable beauty, her lethal charms. While the people of the ancient world both loved and feared her, they erected temples in honour of all that she was.

He remembered crossing the familiar tundra almost curbside, that went on for acres speckled only with the tiniest of elm trees, for a hot chocolate and an ice cream, no…. He never considered himself “not” weird or an outcast.
These wore the titles that he, himself embraced as badges, and on worse days, armour even.

It was going on three o’clock in the afternoon, and it seemed that the sun was already retiring from the day’s non adventure. Diane came up to him smiling wide per usual with about four coats of lipstick too much for her complexion.

She was good people though, genuine, a proud reflection of what America pretends it once was. The sparkle in her eyes, her friendly demeanor, everything about her was legit, she didn’t put on no show to get some floozy two dollar tip.
(Though it could be argued that them top two buttons on her blouse could be leading one to temptation, but to be honest, it was the best she could do to contain herself within the garment itself).

(Too be continued……. )