Some days just seem crooked.
When everything is askew.
Walls look slanted. Stairs are tipped.
You walk as if you’re missing a heel to you shoe.
Conversations seem unfinished or convoluted
and you can’t hold a thought long enough to keep it on any rails to speak of.
You cry when you should be laughing,
(you spell should “shood” when you know better)
and you’re awake when you should be sleeping but yet your alarm wakes you.
It’s snowing when there should be sun.
And it’s not as though you’ve been partaking in any libations,
no, (unfortunately)
it’s just the way the world seems to be this week.
And you wonder if it’s perception or reality. Or your perception of reality clouded by exhaustion (or overthinking…or both)
And you hope for the curtain to be lifted and things to be clear and aligned so that tasks can be accomplished without befuddlement,
crisp
and clean
and complete.
Ink And Spine 