harrumphs

I’m not completely sure which eye he’s using to look at me.

Rocco is very unassuming that way.

He harrumphs through his day as if he were the dude.

Except, he doesn’t mind a soiled rug.

It seems to be preference.

We haven't been waiting long,

and I couldn’t care if we were.

He has that calming nature.

The itch gets scratched, and the muscle gets stretched.

That noise that pervades is dim.

He’s still neurotic. We’re all neurotic.

It’s just how we are, forever chasing the calm.

If the world is made from strings, and strings have vibrations,

then balance is your vibration matching phase.

And There’s a unique vibration to him.

Rock is special,

Glowing all together different.

I try to explain, but He doesn’t understand.

He understands balance.

She’s back her coffee.