Embracing ...

Sometimes words just need to come out in a non logical manner for things to start making sense, or just exacerbate the difficulties till the point of ridiculousness, so that detachment isn’t too far ahead… detachment is a good way of dealing with issues, as much as we want to avoid it, sometimes…

It can’t always be as real as it feels, or as bad as it feels, but it is always concrete…

I have a strange way of dealing with issues, and at my age, it is not a good thing to be hanging by threads… even if I have understood the pattern…

Here is one…

Conundrum :

So there is was,

Lost in a hazardous pattern

Apparently going nowhere.

Sanity was beckoning

‘Make it happen, leave it there…’

Between two screeching synth lines

Vapors and scents intoxicating other senses

Between various thumbing beats

I chose one rhythm, and wondered

How long till I grow a hard shell

How long till my inner wind faces

The unequivocal truth I keep avoiding.

So here I am

And here is my challenge,

I disappoint me!

I am the ‘no’ and the ‘why not’…

I am the comical ‘could have’.

Here is my conundrum

Plain simple yet achingly familiar,

In its shattering irrelevance.

It might be pointless

But it will never be meaningless…

I want to beat that and breathe another…