Been a while since I've written anything from my mind, my heart or any other aching body part. Amazing how self absorbed people can be, that even without speaking, you realize they haven't been listening. I sigh more than ever. I mop the floor with paper towels, like I've done over and over, wondering where the mythical little six year old might be hiding. I wipe down the dirt, adding it to the trash that contains my instructions for avoiding such mess. I cringe, as I look inside at the rotting food, all waiting to be thrown away, I hesitantly add two potatoes that have colors never meant for the spud universe. I throw open a door and I'm hit with the smell of mildew. I sit in an empty room and I say hello, just to make sure it still works. Like that tree in the forest. The movie turns off and I think about the solitude and I'm jealous, because at least when you're alone, you don't have to deal with the selfishness of others. The sun rises and I crawl into bed, doing my best to avoid another chat about the weather.
Most people I know do not care about knowing the truth or facts, they only care about being the one who passes along information. I wonder if I could privately ask people why they use social media (honestly), what their reason would be. I don't think people without a sense of humor, realize how much fun the world can be. Even during the hard times. So many of us spend time thinking of mistakes and regrets, but if we really think about it, we've probably dodged more bullets than missed boats. You know when you sit by yourself reading, sipping some coffee or tea and you don't think about anything, but what you're doing? That!
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