Less than 24 hours ago, walking home from the library, I was caught in nature's sudden blustery wrath. Walking against the monsoon felt like getting pummeled by a giant tidal wave. Lightning struck literally steps from where I stood (I'm still a little deaf from the thunderclap). It was probably the wettest, most epic experience I've ever been a part of (that's what she said).
Kinda reconsidering my aversion of umbrella-usage.
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How can such a large amount of blood/heart/sweat amount to simply nothing? Forget subtlety. Forget politics. Those carefully constructed words of excuse were lathered in nothing more than cryptic hypocrisy and fearful accountability.
You might as well have curb-stomped me.
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6 more days of neuroticism. 6 more sleepless nights. One week minus one, spent obsessively in states of high anxiety. 144 more Tic-Tacs consumed. 144 more hours of distracted pacing. 8640 more greying hair follicles. 518,400 more seconds of nightmarish eternity.
And on the seventh, judgement.
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Dear friend's hair is longer now. Long enough so that she actually can pass for a girl now. Brava. Encore. Standing ovation and whatnot.
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Life throws funny curveballs.
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