19–7–21 Ambitions laid to rest Seedlings sprouting in their deathbed Become new ambitions to pass on Until the cycle is broken And what a blissful break that will be

The jaw the jaw the jaw tightened again forgotten forgot to loose forgot to relax the jaw the jaw the jaw

nothing like this life nothing like that nothing like his or hers nothing like mom’s or dad’s so unique so special only yours only mine and only shared by eight billion of us at the same time

Same day in Same day out Rote and routine What life is about

It’s my best friend’s birthday today I’ve moved 5,000 miles away We talked again just the other day but it may be months until we do the same The guilt of checking in less often Snowballs into avoiding checking in more often What a vicious cycle, of feelings recycled Over and…

‘SCREW YOU!’ I yelled into her face around which hung an air of indifference a nothingness that stung

Why do we do it? Why do we wait? Why do we toil and sweat and slave? In offices that bend and bend And for some even break A spirit and its time to place some numbers on a page

What did she mean by that? He tries his best to read between the lines But right now that feels like trying to breathe between the vines Constricting and gasping, fighting for a clue Looking for a hint that her coldness is a ruse An armor to break through? Anything…

Nerves a-flutter Throat tightness approaching acid-reflux-panic-attack-too-much-coffee levels A last glance in the mirror A last, last glance in the mirror A pat down of the shirt he’d picked and perfectly pressed two days before An extra spray of the cologne she’d always loved He finally deemed his appearance perfect for…