Never in his adult life did he wish to be famous
On the contrary
He wanted, more or less, anonymity
It was his life’s philosophy
That important events occur every day
That the level of passion and excitement is limitless
The secret to happiness didn’t lie
In his seeking the extraordinary
Rather in cultivating extraordinary experiences
That awaited him within everyday events
This is how he saw his world
And how he tried to live
This view was shattered when he lost his friend
When their great, vivid, passionate relationship
Was melted down to the mundane
Common
Boring cordialities
Vapid niceties of people too busy for love
Too loveless for art
Living in exile from the beautiful dream
He suddenly became like everyone else
And began to paint by numbers
His friends were just “friends”
His job just his “job”
His life as empty and ordinary as
The ultra famous
Lucky for him
He eventually realized
That when his heart was shattered
It left shards that turned his common course
Into a path of pain
Each step turned out to be extraordinary
And looking down at his bloody feet
Reminded him of his vision
And looking up he saw his old friend
Scattered in the stars
Punctuating the end
Of a common extraordinary day
About the Creator
Mike Ball
Mike Ball has recently started self-publishing short stories and longer work fiction. He is excited about exploring new publications and seeks your response to these first efforts. Bon Appetit!
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