Circles in time (Steemitbloggers contest)

I awoke this morning with sweat pouring down my brow, and thought: is there nothing different where I swim every day for my hunger I asked of myself. When no answer came I burned down the gates to remove it from my memory and hailed a taxi to take me away.

I did this many times until I knew it was of no use, and by then a lot of time had passed.

So I grew my garden many ways into the sun of my understanding until I couldn’t understand anymore, and that’s when it became overgrown and I turned around and around in the devastation.

Well, as you can see by this I was going around in circles in time and making a right mess.

So I said: right, that’s it, I want a sign of some kind to say something to me that might make a difference.

Many signs came and spoke to me in their different ways, and I noticed them, as I passed on by in my production time.

Later, in two pieces of June, I took up the pen and wrote them all down and made a notebook out of them for one day when I could look back on them and see where I’d been, like a journey across the desert, where at the end you shake the sand out of your clothes and go into the house of your kingdom and leave the dust behind you.

By now I was getting weary of the constant bombardment, and so gave a sigh and had a banana.

And then I found myself making a cup of tea and looking at the clock to see what time it was so that I could plan out the coming moments around the freedoms I had.

I called this my lucid moment where I became aware of where I was, and where I was not.

But really I was just going around in circles of time.

Anyway, so up the chimney I howled out: where are you?

The very next day a little man popped out of the bushes and gave me some advice about where to find all I was looking for.

I thanked him most profusely and, instantly I was off and looking for it.

I ended up in London sleeping under the bridge of all my sighs, with promises rolled up my sleeves to stave off the hunger.

And then, later and I still found myself still going around in circles of time and asking for signs to show me how to get out of it

And then I met a French girl who blew my mind until I had to say, please, no more, I can’t stand it anymore.

That was my romance in Paris moment.

The next tug of love came before I knew it and sent me packing for a year or so, until I ran out of money and just had to fall on hard times to see me through.

My fans, who were legion, but weren’t letting on for some reason, decided to ignore me to see what I would do.

I stirred up the gin bottle about this and did a jig through the back door to the outside.

A big fat moon passed overhead as I stood in the outside and had a smoke.

Well, you know: I came to perceive, as I stood under the moon, and by extra sensory perception, that it was around midnight, which is when the trolls come out to play; so I took a step backwards, and turning around I threw my stubbings in the drain and flew through the door to safety.

As I shut the door and turned the key to lock it, I wished I was not lost in all these circles in time, and just going around in circles.

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