Starts as an exercise in good faith…
long as it can last…
until the past…
comes creepin’ up on me.
Then,
one click,
a couple of scrolls,
before you are back there.
And now, I am nowhere.
Less stuck, but still nowhere.
One in, one out.
They say she knows. Maybe she does.
God, she is sweet though.
And, yes, there is joy. Sometimes, comfort even.
But she’s leasing it to me and that - I think we both know.
Maybe not to the same extent, but the outcomes the same... Heavy thoughts, whispered doubts, and a sinking sensation that good - may not be good for long.
About the Creator
L.H. Reid
Writing so all this living won't be a waste.
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic7 days ago in Fiction
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