11.5
Sometimes when I’m trapped in the passenger
seat for too long I imagine opening the door
and taking a signpost to the head. I’m too
chicken to do it of course but the mind once
gone there will go where it will. The desperation
of sunlight shining on a summer afternoon
can be frightening to the cold light of day.
I had to finish writing this for the sake of my
insanity. This was supposed to be number 11
but I found myself shying away from its truth.
Honestly, I don’t know why happiness
seems to come with more than my fair share
of a pinch of salt. Still, anxiety lingers and
now I seem to be avoiding it all together.
Markle~
20September2020
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