GPS Please

     That's right...I know that this is food, I think to myself. 
     "Yes of course it is."
I say smiling back at the man. 
     I begin to eat the food that was provided to me and it was very delicious.  While I was eating the man decided to walk out the room for a short time.  And as if he knew when I would be finished he walked back in.
     "Seems to me I came right on time."
The man says.
     "And not a moment too late the doctor is already ready to see you.  The man then walks over to me and the last thing I remember is him placing his hand on my forehead.
      Now once again I find myself in a strange room alone.  But this time the room is all dark except for the light that was shining brightly on my face.
"I'm sorry about your rough night ..but did you enjoy your breakfast?"" A voice that sounded like a man asked.
     "Um yeah I did like the food but um, who are you and what's this rough night I'm hearing about?"  I ask.  Still trying to see who it was that was talking to me with great strain.
     "Hmm interesting.  So you have no recollection of what transpired last night?  Well in that case do you know where you are currently?" The man asked me.
     "Umm...a dungeon or something?" I replied.
     "Well to some it is but in reality it really isn't. " He said.
     I could hear footsteps and the bright light that was on my face was turned off.  Then more bright light came upon me as what sounds like curtains were being moved.
     "Now can you tell me where you are now?"
     The man asked.

S-S-Sylvia Who?

     I just woke up with a splitting headache.  At least I  assume I just woken up.  The last thing I remember is writing in some bad makeshift of a notebook...What was I writing about?  And I must have fallen asleep since I just opened my eyes.
     Ugh the more I force myself to remember the worse this headache gets.  Maybe it was all just a bad dream?  Yeah that's it,  it all was a bad dream.  Someone walks in.  A man, they walk into this room I just noticed I was in.  I stare at him.  He just smiles back while holding a tray.
     "Sylvia this is for you.  The Doc knows about your rough night last night and suggested we bring you something comforting to help."  I look down at the tray.  Whatever it was he brought to me on behalf of this Doc person was covered up.  I look back up to him.
     "Who is S-s-Sylvia and what rough night?" I ask.
     The man's eyes begin to widen then they changed into something sad.  He shakes his head and says,
     "You poor poor dear.  It's worse than I thought.   I'm going to have to notify the Doc.  But until then eat up. "
     With that being said he lifted up the covering and my mouth began to water.  Before me were these brown fluffy looking things and next to them on the plate were weird shape yellow things with some white.  In a small container there was a slow brown moving liquid.  Then in a bigger container a goldish orange color liquid.  The smells were unbelivable.
     I look back up to see if I could tell by his face what it was I was suppose to do with these things.  After a minute passed the man slowly told me I can eat it.  He did some strange hand gesture like he was putting something in his mouth and chewing it.
     "Sylvia come on now.   You know what this is right?  Food?...Stuff that you eat?" He asks.

Wondering Thoughts

     I dont like being watched...let alone having the feeling that I am constantly being watched by "big brother" if you permit me to say.  The last I checked,  I was not in jail, prison, a half way house, or a psych ward.        

     The last I checked I was a free individual who pays taxes, goes to work so she can pay taxes and other bills and personal needs, and is told at least once every week that she should go back to school and make sure she stays in church.

     But how long ago was it that I checked my freedom?  Come to think of it now the things I just said doesn't really seem like I am free.  Being told and forced to go to work to pay taxes...taxes on things that sometimes doesn't always concern me because I rarely see good results from them. 

     I know the money is suppose to go for things in the government like fixing streets, building parks for the kids in the local community,  funds for cures like Aids and cancer.   But why do I get the feeling that its not happening as much as it really should?...

Eminem - Guts Over Fear ft. Sia

REAL TALK: I FEEL THE ENTIRETY OF THIS SONG.