22: 75
Find a knife to
stab away the crumbs,
but wonder what
it would feel like
to pierce your eye
and no longer see
the little things
that are so irritating.
22:74
22:74
Please stop thinking,
it’s rather exhausting.
My mind can’t keep up
with the worse-case scenarios
that dominate
instead of filter through.
Some quiet,
some rest
will make the day
bearable again.
22:73
22:73
Do you long to go back
and walk the path of
childhood, when life was simple.
For the quiet of before
the world was demanding,
and you became the one
people relied on.
Do you regret that you
can’t sit by the riverbank
and just breathe in
the busyness of others,
while you remain
still.
22:72
22:72
Drift into your
area of life
I can’t enter.
I will remain in mine,
where you never
tried to follow.
22:71
22:71
Climb on others
to be higher,
squash their frame
and deflate their chance
until they learn their place
and reduce themselves
to more realistic goals.
22:70
22:70
Do your job
and feel relief
when you actually succeed.
Perhaps you’re not
so useless after all.
22:69
22:69
A puzzled comment
that changes everything,
revealing a deception,
manipulation not thought possible.
Suddenly the signs
are everywhere,
dancing before blind eyes
that now burn with truth.
So this is how people see you,
and it was not even your fault,
but the one you love
most in this world.
22:68
22:68
Pushing is exhausting,
being the one to
enthuse and entice
others into action.
If you stop they don’t move.
And if you stop
you fail,
and no one will be there
to coax you forward again.
22:67
22:67
Manipulated words
try hide the truth
with hinted blame,
but your eyes
cannot lie,
and the greatest
pain is that
this was your
intention rather
than trust.
22:66
22:66
Unrest is in your soul
in a way I’ve never
seen before.
Flashes of annoyance
growing more frequent
in my direction.
Does disappointment
haunt us now?
Or is it something
worse than that,
something I can’t fix.
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