You know how it is. Something happens that you’re least expecting and your head falls off mid afternoon because it got that full from morning. Stuffed to the gills with ill will, envy and denial.
That gust of life that batters your day and kicks up enough dust to block out the next 6 months. All gritty eyed and limp, the excuses flow and so do the tears. Sobbing sorrow wrings its clammy hands and wipes the snot away on its sleeve.
No need for what ifs. Now is not the time to reproach yourself about the might have been the inbetweens the what you’ve seen. Now is about making sure that what you do in the future shapes the scrapes to come. All and each and some.
Sorry isn’t included in today’s list of pity. Sorry may be the hardest word to say for some but why say it? Nobody is perfect but neither I am. As much as I try I will find fault. I would moan if I got 6 numbers. I once fell in a bucket of tits and came out sucking my thumb. Dumb
Catch sight of tomorrow. If it smiles awkwardly you are in for a shit storm born of your own making. It it blinks and yawns then head for dawn. Yesterday owes you fuck all and if it did, you would only break it. This week has been shit. Next week will probably be worse but hey. Let’s still try.
Love lost is at least a love you had. Not having loved only loses its appeal when you hurt. And it gives you cramp. Long legged and knotted, you decide to dance. Purposeful and pedantic it holds its own hand.
Today I feel like crying yet I am pissing myself at me.
And that’s all I will ever be.