Merry Meet from Zak here at the high rise.
I find myself in a strange state of mind now that silence occupies the space that Nikki once filled, yes again I know loneliness once more.
Gone are the feminine traits most men including I so often take for granted while sharing our lives with another. I reminisce on past relationships which lurk deep within this shell of a body I occupy, yet find comfort in the thought that one day I will love again. No I don’t mean that I was in love with Nikki I meant past relationships. So, you may well ask am I feeling sorry for myself … No … just taking stock, for what are we humans without memories be them a treasure or a curse.
Nikki has moved in with George my good friend in the flat below.
(My followers will remember that George lost his wife in an elevator accident a few years ago here at the high rise). Nikki has my blessings as she seems content to be sharing the living accommodation with George, so it’s a win win situation for them you could say. Ok if I’m honest I did feel a sense of loss when Nikki handed me the spare key to my flat and kissed me on the cheek as a thank you. I remember a little wave as she waited for the elevator to arrive at our floor. Slowly closing the door and retreating into my sanctuary I remember placing the spare key on the coffee table and relaxing in my old cracked leather chair. The tower block seemed to die for a few moments as I sat there looking towards the window. Reality soon kicked back in with the usual hum of activity the tower block is notorious for. The elevator motors can be heard cranking away from time to time sort of working in harmony with the rest of the building, like a living pulse.
Moving on now I feel a few chosen words from the high rise coming on:
For who are we if not ourselves, who are we to breathe the air, who are we to live our lives, we are humans that’s who we are. SORTED.
I had a strange feeling the other day just after Nikki moved out as I trod the well-worn path to work. I momentarily looked back at the high-rise window of my flat as I had done days before. Last time I did this it was because I was concerned about where Nikki was going to live, as my flat is only single occupancy as mentioned earlier. This time I looked back with a sense of loss… strange these feelings we humans have at times. The main thing is she is safe with George and I know from the past that he is a good man. It will not be long before she has her baby and all that goes with it, good job Georges flat is for a family, size wise.
The time is ever ticking and once again the blue bells are popping up in the park (and yes, they are a protected spices).
Nature always returns with a new face each season and it is truly wonderful to be alive. So, as I reach ever nearer the end of another page in my life I am blessed to be a wiccan and embrace all that nature gives freely. Must just mention that Nikki invited me to have a meal with them the other night and it went very well indeed. Strange how the old saying (you never know what you really had till it is gone) keeps coming back to me. I am glad that Nikki and George are in a relationship as George has had children before but they are all grown up now and live away.
Talking about relationships, the longest relationship I can remember having lasted a round seven years as my first wife died after eating poisonous mushrooms, my second wife died of strangulation because she wouldn’t eat the poisonous mushrooms… now Piss Off
p.s If you have any negative comments to leave feel free as it shows you are alive and have a lower intelligence that me … Merry Part