Scribbled Thoughts

Travel for a few hours

of sea-air

and fresh delicacies.

Taste the flavour

of being human

and experience

the delight of living

and not just earning.

Remember what love is

and why everything

is worth it.

Pop in the Blu-ray

of a live experience,

hoping it will fool you

into feeling you’re there.

Perhaps glow sticks

would have helped.

Unexpected key-jangling

alerts to an unusual day,

still filled with little benefits

but somehow feels more complete.

A warm body beside me

melts away anxiety

and leaves me content

to bask in a lazy afternoon.

Catch up in pages,

bury the hours with words.

Hatch secret plans

and tap them into fruition,

hoping the time put in

is worth it.

Lazy days with purpose

refuel your soul

and resist dark thoughts

about the future.

Nothing has been written yet.

Aftertaste of hesitation, regret,

yet denial makes you

take another bite,

mask it with a swig,

smile through the sensation.

By the time you admit your mistake

and bin what remains

your mouth is haunted,

your stomach a nervous enemy.

All because you wanted

to save money.

Weeks of preparation,

gathering, crafting,

slowly forging components

to begin the bigger project.

The satisfaction, relief as

the final piece begins.

Only time will tell

whether it was worth it.

The sight of a hollow man

turns everything in your world,

the empty space within

confirming the imitation of emotions.

Was any of it real?

Or is it just a warning

of what the future holds

and how big

the hole will grow.

Everything is wrong today,

small victories

brought down with

muddled emotions,

irritations escalated

into migraines,

failures pronouncing

the end of the world.

Perhaps tomorrow

will be better.