Apathy to cook
and so you starve.
Then to help you get snacks
which are binged all in one session.
So you are back to square one.
No desire to cook
and no snacks to snack on.
Starvation and gorging together.
Fascinating.
Except when you live it.
Apathy to cook
and so you starve.
Then to help you get snacks
which are binged all in one session.
So you are back to square one.
No desire to cook
and no snacks to snack on.
Starvation and gorging together.
Fascinating.
Except when you live it.
Waffles aside.
Syrup golden.
Butter melted.
Fluffy thick.
Spread thin.
Four or five stacked.
What a delicious begin.
Reminders are given.
It has come to the fore.
Dealing with it
could be done.
But laziness makes it
not fun.
So tomorrow.
Procrastination wins.
Tomorrow will come and deal with it then.
It’s just a snack right.
Not actually breakfast.
Only a few cookies.
It’s like having a donut right?
Donuts can be for breakfast.
So can cold pizza
but I don’t have pizza right now.
Just the cookies.
Or I could have leftover rice?
I care.
I am depressed.
I do not care.
I get better.
I find a good situation happening.
I hope.
I have a set back.
I lose hope.
I get depressed again.
I have friends check in on me.
I get back up.
I care.
I find myself falling too often but I am too scared to reach out.
The world turns to keep the daylight longer.
Weather temperatures rise.
Slighlty.
Just enough to think you can forego mittens and a toque.
Then the wind whips around the corner to say hello
and you run home to avoid frostbite.
All the while,
a smile on your face as the sun shines down
warming your face
and your heart.
The game you love is no longer fun.
Neighbours are even more of a stranger
or have become your best friend.
Fear petrifies even the strongest.
While the meek hide hoping more than ever no one notices them.
Politics divides the families
as responses to the disease varies.
Deaths take on new meaning
or numb those who have to deal with too many of them.
Good news is rare
and given special status since people are grieving.
Small insults blossom into rages.
Small gifts of kindness send us into tears.
Society’s ills are amplified.
Mental traumas are now being focused on
as a global scene now needs to deal with it.
Individuals are lost and found.
I hope everyone is all right
knowing that most are struggling.
Logic is caused by thinking.
Feelings jump around.
Actions are main events.
Fish do not drown.
Well most don’t.
I think.
I’m not sure really.
I wonder what cheese would taste like on the moon?
Feels so weird.
Walking the aisles.
Seeing other people.
Wearing a mask.
Trying to not touch something another has.
Then using the sanitizer after all the groceries are in the car.
Normal is so strange these days.
She is known by many names
and visits over half of the human population.
I was hoping to be further spared her visits
since I am now at that Age.
Yet she still persists on coming.
And so I must go get more hygiene
to help clean up the messes she makes me make.
Someday she will leave me be.
Until then I can only endure her menstrual shenanigans
and pray that it will be a short one.