Buffer

BUFFER All of us have feelings all of us have love but all of us build a buffer in-between the real world and the occurrences’ the bad news and the disturbances and the wars. It is not the ostrich neck bowed down with the head inside the egg hole it is not the hair the dog tosses up on back of all the issues. It could be the reason we can live when it seems all hope is lost it is the reason a man keeps hoping that his lost love will come home. We simply make a buffer a buffer zone if you will of many different feelings and many different ills. The news is very bad today but supper was so nice the cheese and bagels and the onions made me feel like eye ate twice but several people died in ASIA and there eye have some friends and when eye read it eye let it hit my buffer so eye can live. When the story becomes the MONOLITH of headlines and even videos then the BUFFER will absorb the thing and keep me from the suffer of a world in turmoil and my supper sets inside my stomach becoming something else a different form of matter to be discarded and avoided by the others of my kind. The buffer is my ZONE the buffer helps me on the long walk home it does not meant that eye do not care or even love it is just the BUFFER sets in place to keep mye heart. The prayers and tears pass through the buffer zone and yet eye rise for one more day a little jaded a little green around my eyes and search for one more answer at life in the buffer zone.