I like to play games.
They are so much fun.
Interacting with others
or solo brain teasers.
But not all games are equal.
Still I wonder
When will it arrive?
I like to play games.
They are so much fun.
Interacting with others
or solo brain teasers.
But not all games are equal.
Still I wonder
When will it arrive?
When you can not control
when it should happen.
Patience is a virtue
yet it is so hard to implement.
So wait and see
if what is supposed to happen –
will happen?
I am absolutely
100 percent
certain that
this is what I want.
Maybe?
Things spill out.
Such a mess.
Ideas and paints or crayons everywhere.
Words jumble together.
Fun things emerge.
Who would have thought this was a masterpiece.
Maybe someday one will be created.
I can not stop it.
Will it be fun and festive?
Or sad and forgotten?
Time marches on.
Maybe some day soon
I will put up the Christmas Tree.
I struggle to keep them in my life.
They mean well
and their actions stem from a place of love.
Yet every time I see them
a confrontation is sure to follow.
Boundaries need to be set
and maintained
or surely I will lose my mind
and find myself
once again walking away because
I have tried everything I could
to have a better relationship
but ultimately
to no avail.
So can I say good-bye?
Maybe.
Not yet.
Maybe someday.
I forgot your name.
I don’t know how to play.
I remember the obscure song lyric.
I will make an awful pun.
That is what I think is fun!
I followed the rules.
Some got fudged.
Others were treated with deference.
Yet a dressing down is still applied.
To me an adult.
Guilt is not necessarily a good or bad thing.
Except when it is used
as a weapon against them.
I followed the rules.
And I was honest.
Please hang up.
Larger volume of call requests.
Try again later.
This after waiting patiently for 45 minutes.
No wonder they state abusive language and harassment won’t be tolerated.
Sticky key.
Missing the right one.
Unresponsive mouse movement.
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