Fossilized Obsession

Living happy and content is to celebrate the lilt of life a treasure gifted by God. We join the celebration happily with gifts wrapped nicely in flashy wrappers designed to capture the eyes and to enrobe crafted pieces of our unclad hearts we like to gift. Gifts mutely laced with unsaid words of secret sentiments unexpressed presented to remind on an occasion that someone out there still loves and someone out there still cares who still remember the remote moments you lived for them at the fringe of their time through the winters and the springs. Gifts wrapped with the unfelt warmth of the distant hearts receding farther convey in a subtle way intended that someone out there still loves and someone out there still cares who still send silent messages telling you to celebrate the special life God gifted you to transiently treasure and welcome the times that promise everything pleasant and desirable to the fullest your life deserves. An old man lingering out there doesn’t think however he has seen in his ancient abode good times enter anytime and the gifts he rarely gets would accompany one joyous instant ever. So in the antique garbage pile he throws away the gifts he ungratefully thinks useless in twilight hour but keeps the wrinkled gift wrappers folded neatly with care in the unlocked ancient closet he believes is his heart. He doesn’t know when the closet of his passion unpossessed encases the essence of his obsession. In the secured folds over folds of the faded gift wrappers he thinks he stores the last touch of those who had once loved, preserves the lasting image of those who had once cared, for him to possess intimately and enliven his residual time. When the gifts would stop coming at the end of the spring time like the birds vanishing somewhere as they always do in the winter the old man left obsessed alone in the cold would open the dusty closet of his passionate heart unfold the wrappers with care peeling the layers of memory feel the warm touch of those who had once loved, see the faded images of those who had once cared. The lingering glow of the wrappers would brighten up the dark closet for the rest of the time he has. The man lives his insular life protecting the unlocked closet where his obsession got fossilized spends his time looking inside in the dark for all the time he has searching for the golden gift of God and its beautiful glowing wrapper.