The Rough Spots
This is for everyone…,breathing…,, the rest are past this point….. the rough spots
- when you try to hard and it comes off as pushing….. because you are
- when you feel like the piece of meat between 2 slices of bread and you know the jaws of life are closing in
- people seem puzzled when you converse with them……because they feel the rip tide in your verbiage
- you keep looking at your feet to see if shackles are on them
- the days run together and you find it taxing to separate them
- you feel like the card missing from the deck and people are mad because they can’t play the game
- you feel like you have leprosy and people cross the street to avoid getting to close to you
- you wonder if your thoughts are circling around your head and others can read them
- the mere fact of existence is challenging
- invisible people are taking turns rubbing sandpaper on different parts of your shell
- The slightest breeze pushes you in different directions…….a ballon that is no longer tethered
you sit in a park you happened upon while driving aimlessly and wonder what’s next…… a squirrel in the tree above the bench drops an acorn on your head and it feels like a .38 slug
that last mishap broke the spell and the balloon floats away…… you start laughing till your out of breath
this one is over
the rough spot
You walk back to your car now covered with bird poo……you’re not going back in
You head to a car wash
An appropriate ending…….. to this rough spot
almost
david