Tuesday, September 29, 2020

Eleven Point Five.

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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