Mosquito on Our Pond
There’s a mosquito on our pond
Not of sanity, but outside
Existing for a time, then not
It starts with a little chuckle as you think about the awful day you had. Then it continues with your eyes widening as that chuckle turns into real laughter. You can’t help it. You have just figured out that life is a series of jokes, and you are one of its many punch lines. The set…
We have these broken selves lying around in the sand of mid-life crisis.
Sleeping to cold sweat. And waking up each morning to reminisce failed yesterdays and gamble uncertain tomorrows. Waking up to a day that dictates us.
Picking pieces of our own mediocrity, we walk in the sunrise to duel another day.
I exist in this castle filled with just my footprints.
At first i enjoyed the traces it made
but as i walked further time erased it’s existence
so i decided to wait at the door to welcome a new instance.
All i could hear was footsteps,
steps my excited heart couldn’t wait to see who it belong to and so
I ate these words up! Pure, unfiltered life juice here. I love it, also love the synchronicity of thought. Was just writing about my relationship to envy. A natural reaction, yes, but is it necessary? How might my perspective improve my response? Accountability, self-responsibility! This should be part of Being a Writer 101.
Thanks for sharing, love!