distance so close

I’m not argumentative, I’m just opinionated and the day I stop voicing my opinion is the day I die.

Antiquated Tears

She sat in her chair, her chin in her hand, gazing at pictures from the past. “I never used to be this way,” she told me as tears began to collect in her eyes. It was as if she woke up one day to find she had become old and incapable. The feeling of an utter antiquated powerlessness consumed her and she began to weep.

My eyes moved away and fell on a photo of her from a younger time. She looked around my age, happy and full of life. And then the sharp reality of the situation dawned on me. I too one day would be old and antiquated… and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

I can never manage to begin write a story from my life when the story itself hasn’t finished playing out.

…and then the rest of the day was like a haze. A quick sharp out of focus. The sound of distant bird blurred into the background as I re-read the letter. Only the words “I regret to inform you,” stayed crisp and clear and sharp as I read them slowly over and over.

My world feels shaken,
Turn all around.
The happy king’s smile,
Has been turned upside down.

No more am I welcome,
Where I once belonged.

Because, no your not sorry. And no, you never were… never were.

Sometimes I feel this overwhelming weight from the world that seems to reach down when ever something good happens and balance it out something bad… It makes it really hard to be excited about anything any more…