jUST a clue-less head!

I remember   a little girl who would focus so much on the taste of a choco cookie melting on her gluttonous taste buds that she hardly heard her self proclaimed nursery buddy of a husband say through a toothless grin that he loved her.

I guess the little girl grew up more in a biological sense than growing up in a real sense.

Or maybe just that her head worked its own style.

So through the years when perhaps she must have multiplied like a rabbit, she found herself clueless as to someone out there.

And then someone told her, “look out at the only place you frequent. The person ought to be there since that is the only place you ever go to”

“but how do you identify?”

The someone gives an exasperated look but still helps, “ For once stop watching stray animals and gluttonous food.Watch for one who looks at you differently”

Loyally she did look around, she even stared enough till there were people irritated enough by her stare to ask, “You need anything?”

They all behaved alike, yes of course looked at her ‘differently’, all of the king’s men, no definitely not with an air of romance, they looked as they would at  a tramp like kitten or still better as one misfit in  a museum.

They just seemed to understand she was best lost on food than on womanhood.

Whatever, it did happen, the bells, lights and the horses.

Just that, just that the bells , the lights , the horses were clueless.