Tuesday 21 August 2012

In which I say to you "Hello, again"


God, or whoever created the Universe, must have had a fetish for rotundity. Why else would the earth be round or life come full circle? 


So let the Creator be blamed and tormented in Hell for driving me back to the handle ‘Impulsively Me’, which, I had first laid claim to more than five years ago. Or was it six? Doesn’t matter, not very much anyway now that I am back here and it feels as if I had never left.

On second thoughts, let me take that back. It does feel all new and familiar at the same time, much like trying to seduce a forgotten lover all over again. I try the same old tricks at first but damn, they won’t work anymore. And so we go in circles, you and me, round and round again. Eyes locked, lips quivering, hands on our hips, sweat on our brows, marking our territories on each other. Only this time I am wiser and I make no promises.