My Dream Life Didn’t Drop From a Deep-Blue Sky

It was shat out slowly by seagulls on cold, cloudy days

Image by Katerinamostova on Freepik

Sat on a discarded, dinged-up wind-surfing board, watching birds circle a grey lake in an overcast sky, I breathed in the weedy stench of failure.

Was I ever going to live the life I wanted to live? The life of my dreams? A life bursting with sweet-smelling…

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