CouchSurfing the World

My uncle is the closest soul I have to my father and although my father wasn’t keen on hugging like me, my uncle’s ‘bear like hugs’ more than suffice. Often people who knew my father will say how much they see of him in me as I see him in my uncle. There’s no escaping the family mannerisms and throughout any blood line no matter how different the person, characteristics will always have similarities good and bad. The miracles of genetics are the subliminal signals alerting you that a soul close by has shared a valuable and honest moment in or before your life. If an atom is split, both halves will continue to mimic each other no matter how far they are separated. If one halve turns to the right, the other will follow, a phenomena called non – locality. A theory yet to be explained by any science local to what our minds perceive! We could say then that the qualities shared with family are our localities. Looking deep into my uncles eyes, I felt a piece of home again.

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If I could afford to travel this way all the time I wouldn’t hesitate. The full reclining bed was perfect for my knee, blankets and pillow made for a dainty sleep and my own private curtains even posed the possibility of ‘choking the old chicken’ but I didn’t want to push the boat out too far.  I was a little disappointed having strategically booked the back seat, which is usually next to the place where the wine is stored yet it wasn’t in sight? However the young waiter guy was rather generous with the wine and even served us a glass of champagne before our late night movie. I was rather surprised then when he joined me on the back seats to watch the movie and cracked open a bottle of champers just for us.

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Isn’t it strange how easy it is to smile yet so many faces I pass on the street are without expression, untrusting, drawn to a place they must be yet my guess is they would rather be somewhere else! A blank stare so alien I often wonder if I was to pull back the skin would I really find a metal skeleton underneath? Eyes drained with sleepless nights calculating the debt of survival, disconnected from our true power source recharging our dying batteries with coffee and useless text messages that keep us from falling asleep to a world that’s already sleeping. The only certain is that if we persist with eyes closed then all will continue as just a dream.    

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