It can be debilitating and demoralizing. It can be overwhelming and constricting. It can be omnipresent and all-consuming.
A bull charging headfirst from every direction--he sees red as you see red. Now the bright crimson lights are flashing and you freeze. And you slump onto the ground as bells ring and a booming voice echoes from overhead.
“This. Is. Your. Life.” it repeats. Over and over.
Until it stops. The booming voice fades and washes out to sea, and the sun drips through the clouds.
Blissful silence.
And then you rise: return to normalcy.
About the Creator
NJ Reed
Therapy, work, and passion--but which is it most?
(I'm not a robot, but I'm also not Richard Brautigan)
Her Majesty Mia and her minions
I rule this rag tag lot… they’re not much, but they’re all I’ve got! I preside at the head of the table, my indisputable, rightful place. But, I randomly perch on other chairs at a moment’s notice… whenever the mood strikes. Such fun keeping them off balance. Fun reminding them who’s boss... ME!
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶6 days ago in Petlife
Comments (2)
Oh this felt so liberating! Very beautifully written!
The sun drips through the clouds is SUCH nice imagery