Just Something I Wrote Down As It Came..
Jun 2, 2013 20:34:50 GMT -7
Post by Umehara on Jun 2, 2013 20:34:50 GMT -7
Seconds trickle from a leak in my cup..
I've been up since the crack of dawn, worrying and wondering about every problem that could possibly befall me. I tossed and turned as I slept on a bed of nightmares, the warm blankets of regret silently reminding me that I'm a contradiction to the term "whole". But it isn't a depression. It isn't a sadness. It's a realization that I have been ignoring the voicemail left by my feelings. Anger wants to know why I broke up with her so quickly and started dating forgiveness. Jealousy wants to know when I'll stop ignoring her. Confusion wants to know why I get a headache every time she's around. And happiness? ....Well, I had a one-night stand with her. Had to kick her out before she could get used to living here.
I made this mug of memories, but it seems that there are bits and pieces of the bags still left behind that I was dipping into the waters. I don't mind that, though - I'm used to swallowing imperfections. So I take a swig of my cup and let it rest on the marble counter as I realize how tired I am from last night's pleasantries. If my phone rings, I wouldn't be lying if I said that I wasn't there. I have a job that doesn't have a schedule - it's 24 hour labor. Half the time, I don't even know why I do it. Half the time, I wonder why there are people who pass me by and try to tell me how I should assemble this or how I should categorize that or how I should label things like they labeled them because they did it once before.
.....If I could, I would reach down toward my zipper, fix my boxers for release, and whip out my accomplishments. But then I remember that I'm a gentleman. So much so, that I carry protection in my wallet. It isn't exactly a "Lifestyle", but I suppose you could say it makes me as strong as a "Trojan". I think they call it...
Humility.
Now excuse me while I suppress my apathy. I wouldn't want the indifference on my feet that carry me through most of my situations to end up scuffing your precious soul.
I've been up since the crack of dawn, worrying and wondering about every problem that could possibly befall me. I tossed and turned as I slept on a bed of nightmares, the warm blankets of regret silently reminding me that I'm a contradiction to the term "whole". But it isn't a depression. It isn't a sadness. It's a realization that I have been ignoring the voicemail left by my feelings. Anger wants to know why I broke up with her so quickly and started dating forgiveness. Jealousy wants to know when I'll stop ignoring her. Confusion wants to know why I get a headache every time she's around. And happiness? ....Well, I had a one-night stand with her. Had to kick her out before she could get used to living here.
I made this mug of memories, but it seems that there are bits and pieces of the bags still left behind that I was dipping into the waters. I don't mind that, though - I'm used to swallowing imperfections. So I take a swig of my cup and let it rest on the marble counter as I realize how tired I am from last night's pleasantries. If my phone rings, I wouldn't be lying if I said that I wasn't there. I have a job that doesn't have a schedule - it's 24 hour labor. Half the time, I don't even know why I do it. Half the time, I wonder why there are people who pass me by and try to tell me how I should assemble this or how I should categorize that or how I should label things like they labeled them because they did it once before.
.....If I could, I would reach down toward my zipper, fix my boxers for release, and whip out my accomplishments. But then I remember that I'm a gentleman. So much so, that I carry protection in my wallet. It isn't exactly a "Lifestyle", but I suppose you could say it makes me as strong as a "Trojan". I think they call it...
Humility.
Now excuse me while I suppress my apathy. I wouldn't want the indifference on my feet that carry me through most of my situations to end up scuffing your precious soul.