I was working at the late hour
And I was missing life, willingly
But she, life, kept calling
“Open Miiiiic!”
It mattered none
What I did,
As long as I stopped existing
like a dead woman.
I paused to unpause.
Some Seconds Spent
Posted bysickybeatPosted inIdentity, Life, Words, Language, and ImageryTags:2021, life and work, Poetry
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I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty View more posts
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