PAINS BY MOONLIGHT

PAINS BY MOONLIGHT....

Last night I took a walk down the streets. It was pitch dark but for the street lights.  I walked around listening to the air whispering into my ears,  singing even. I looked at each house and tried to imagine what went on in them. Beautiful buildings surrounded by all sorts of happy looking, bright flowers.



Wealthy people, Happy people, I thought. In silence I walked through all theses streets with beautiful houses till I got to the end of the street and the silence broke into a million pieces.

I Stood in front of the most beautiful building on the street and listened to the ugliest sounds emanate from there. I couldn't move,  might it have been their television? Perhaps there is someone struck with insomnia in there, just like me. But the sounds seemed to real.

"Darling you'll wound me please,  ah,  my God! The children must not see this,  what are you beating me for?  What have I done to you"
"You have done everything to me, you are the cause of my problems!" paaaw! Slaps,  more slaps....
"Am begging you, am begging you in the name of God, ah!".... More slaps,  and doorbangs.

I stood there, arguing with myself, and then I saw the evidence; Two shadows that looked like ghosts on the window. One of the ghosts grabbed the other ghost's neck shaking them vigorously.... "please please" "Die! Am better off with you dead. Die! " more slaps.

One ghost disappears,  the slaps must have sent them to the floor.  The second ghost went down but I could see the hand raising and falling, must be punching the life out of the other ghost.

What if they are actually ghosts, I thought. Of course I knew they weren't, I thought again. The punching ghost stood up, went away and banged the door behind him. I felt like climbing up the window to help the fallen ghost, if my human assistance would be of any good at all.  If I did that, the security guard would arrest me and everyone will say I was going to steal from the most beautiful couple in the most beautiful house on the street.

No one would believe if I told them what ugly sounds comes from the most beautiful building and how the most beautiful "daytime " couple turns WWE champions when the moon disappears.  Even the boxing ghosts will deny ever been ghosts,  they are perfect humans, how dare me?

I walked away,  back to my small, ugly, lonely but happy apartment. Tomorrow morning I will see one or two of the ghost boxers in a Porsche, flashing brightly all over the place and I will be ungrateful for my own little life, I wish I had there life. Only if I knew how ugly it gets when the moon shows up.

The wails and the pains and the cries and the shadows and the ghosts.