Parallels

Life is like a clock which breaks down occasionally. It is like the box of chocolate left in the open, which melts into a mess of sticky stuff. It is like my computer, full of problems but still functioning. Or like my phone, which rings when I want silence and keeps quiet when I want to talk to just anyone. Or my lamp which shuts down the whole house when it is switched on at times when it wants to just hang around. Or just me.