Missing limbs

It's such a beautiful day today.

My ex made a very good observation - he said it's strange that I always look up to check if the skies are still there. A bit like Asterix's fellow-villagers, who feared that the sky may fall on their heads at any time.

I guess what I'm fearing is to wake up one day and find that not even a beautiful sky is reason enough to carry on.

The eyes and lips of people on the street and in the metro don't leave much room for hope. Weighted down by gravity and speed, they look like random traces in the sand. Soon all the people will look alike, aged, ageless stick-figures. An up-pointing semi-circle, the mouth. Two crosses, the eyes. A hole in their chest, missing feelings. No worries, they can be easily replaced. Fill it with words or chocolate.

Meanwhile, I got back the feeling in my left ring-finger. It still feels empty from time to time, but it's getting better.

If worse came to worse, the Chat can chew it to the bone.