i woke up...

..to a hangover today. the kind of nauseating feeling you get after forcefully stuffing yourself with something cloyingly sweet. like a true-blue recluse, i've started reacting, a little too strongly, to society and its ever smiling faces.
i glided, yesterday evening, taking in the pleasantries invariably exchanged over freshly-mowed, dew-wet grass..blinding halogen lights and darkness- the chiaroscuro dimming the senses in the winter late-evening, expensively bought fragrances working like a hypnotic charm, revealing layers of chiffon and georgette on scrubbed complexions- like a translucent wave of beauty and shimmer..i movcd away and stood at the edge of the lawns, looking. .running my fingers over the rough bark of an old tree, watching a lonely dog scamper up to eat a discarded chocolate brownie..stupidly waiting for something to erupt from under the thinly spread surface before my eyes, something ugly, puss-like and real.