A wink.
A thumbs up.
A squiggle dance move.
The head pounding.
Aching back.
What signals are you listening to and which ones are you missing>
I’m going to make myself some tea.
A wink.
A thumbs up.
A squiggle dance move.
The head pounding.
Aching back.
What signals are you listening to and which ones are you missing>
I’m going to make myself some tea.
Waiting to hear.
No news as to the future plans.
Alterations?
Or merely dismissed.
My life is a mystery.
I will live it anyways.
I am not usually tired.
I will crawl into bed
because an insistent meow demands she cuddles with me.
The past is gone.
The glory days are over.
No one is immune to change.
We all want comfort.
Things are not going to return to yesterday’s average.
The future is scarier than when I was a kid.
Now I know why time is unforgiving.
Dealing with the uncertainty is the new normal.
It serves no purpose.
People seek meaning in useless things.
There is no truth in a poem.
Everyone sees something different.
That is the point.
One that calls for art to be defunded
as they hang pictures on the walls
and listen to the music on the radio.
Overwhelmed.
Frustrated.
Despairing the year started like this.
Of course, things can always get worse.
Try to stay positive.
Positivity can be so hard sometimes.
Must play.
Must play now.
No, cannot wait!
Must play!
Everything else can wait.
Must play.
Now!
No need to be flashy.
Chance to be average.
Give your self a break.
Take care to not make waves.
Too much pressure causes stress.
Focus on the present and do as much to be a person of non-interest.
Sit down.
Steaming mug.
Cat crawls into arms.
Refuses to leave.
Stuck cuddling while the hot chocolate cools.
Things you might not notice
will seemingly randomly happen.
Mainly because the universe
is chaotic.
You can either fight it
or accept it.
One will be happier when life throws the curveballs
and you can dodge them.
If you are lucky
you can bat them back full swing.