Laziness?
Or merely trying to survive?
Is it the easy way out?
Or is it merely a disability to acknowledge the discomfort?
Can you take the blame?
Or are you merely trying to avoid punishment?
Whatever the reason
Reality is known to smack back.
Laziness?
Or merely trying to survive?
Is it the easy way out?
Or is it merely a disability to acknowledge the discomfort?
Can you take the blame?
Or are you merely trying to avoid punishment?
Whatever the reason
Reality is known to smack back.
Drink it black.
Add no sugar.
Robust flavour.
If you like it that way.
I just want my creamer
and am currently out.
Is it deep enough?
Can the coyotes still get you?
How many exits do you have?
Are the trolls still living there?
Can you ever emerge back into the sunshine?
Or are you stuck, scared deep down within the hole?
The song runs through my head.
Constantly.
The lines repeat.
Over
and
over.
Yet it is not all annoying.
It is a good song.
Somedays, you take what you are given.
I am not going to be happy.
Today I will allow myself to feel.
I feel sad.
I want to be okay.
Happy is fleeting
and I will feel it again.
But today,
today I feel sad.
Thank you for asking.
I am doing okay.
Are you well?
No?
Is there anything I can do for you?
Okay.
May I sit next to you then?
Silence passes between us and that is okay.
Lethargy.
Hopelessness.
Sense of displacement.
Loss of focus.
Tired.
Tired of feeling this way.
Again.
Tomorrow
may or may not
be better.
Will she or won’t she?
What will she do next?
Am I ready to handle her chaos?
Who will be the one to help me?
Can I continue to help her?
And all those around her?
Somedays I want to call it quits.
Somedays I do.
A tall tale
stretched thin.
Unraveling the plot
all jokes aside.
Stringing the readers along
while trying to tie up the knots.
What a wonderful piece
was woven.
Put in a box.
Placed on display.
Worn to protect.
Ubiquitous with danger.
Leaks are terrifying.
Who is the culprit of this now iconic, classic symbol of safety?
More importantly, why is nobody wearing them daily?