Pale or Pure?? Does it matter??

I’ve been trying hard to gather a few words around and produce what may be called some ‘prose’. I keep failing!! My fingers aren’t as usual; spitting out words at will. I have seen them dancing around effortlessly a few times. But during those dry periods they wait indefinitely for a command, like soldiers holding back fire. Only in this case the commander has gone completely haywire. He no longer seem to understand the joy of words. Babes they are, I tell him.

So he picks up something from the drafts, tries his hand at re-arranging the lines and fill in with some dim or let’s just call it bright thoughts.

Pale white, I said. No, pure white!! It’s the lack of light which makes it pale. But, I see light!! Of course you do!! But not enough to see the true color!! Whatever!!

My head is resting on a chair. My eyes fixed at the ceiling. I haven’t noticed this formation before, have I?? It’s Igneous. In layman terms, Porous. What does it signify?? Nothing!! Does it mean that I’am burning underneath giving it the shape. That’s stupid!! It’s designed like that. I don’t believe. It could be a suggestion that I am in rage sometimes. Uffff!! Get lost!! That’s even absurd!! Or it might even be an indication of how someone’s life will be. What?? How does a fucking ceiling talk about someone’s fate?? You’ll never know. I know!! It doesn’t!! I believe every shape and structure has a significance and a sign. That wood there might have a little significance but you definitely don’t!! You are mean!! I am not mean!! I am in rage!! See, that’s what I’m talking about. No you aren’t!! Or may be!! There is a crack in everything. That’s how light gets in. What are you talking about?? Nothing. Leonard Cohen. Leonard who?? Keep burning!! Good Luck.