Scribbled Thoughts

Stumble awake into

the silent night,

preparing for the

waking world

that you are

starting to forget.

In several hours

you’ll see it,

and marvel at the

extra energy

they seem to possess

while you stagger

into darkness.

Sparkle in the corner

so you catch

people’s eyes

and make them smile,

lighting up their mood

-even if for a moment-

as they continue

with their day.

Festive expectation

with added work

and stretched emotion.

Aching muscles

from masking

your lack of anticipation.

There’s still time,

perhaps overworked

will be replaced

with overjoyed

and the holiday cheer

will begin.

Rearrange the frozen,

unable to move

but stuck in a position

that defines and

judges them

until the end of time.

What stories are

waiting when they thaw?

What was told

when they lived?

Bulging eyes of drama

ready to exagerate

the situation

and emotion.

Eager intentions

glance at you

and the overpowering

suspicion makes you

smile and

stroke his nose.

Rest in peace

Chopper.

The click of synchronicity,

after struggling

to understand,

finally finding

the slot to

click in

and not even

remembering when

it happened.

Confidence settles in one area

as hollow grows in another,

expanding and sparking

until the gas explodes

and we see what

remains behind.

Dancing among the dreams

of our future,

or chasing the ghosts

of our past.

Mixing and polluting

one with another

until there’s no

rhythm left

to stir your movement.

Declare your intentions

and we will

automatically half them

to avoid disappointment.

Still, praise what

has been accomplished,

tasks have been completed,

air has been breathed

and we have laughed

for another day,

just because we can.

Failure as a foundation

unable to establish

the basic start

to begin the result.

Turn heads and

make it happen,

be bold enough

to try,

instead of whimpering

in the corner,

hoping they will notice

and understand.