Bend Of Routine

 

 

Everything is so peaceful.
The waves crashing over each other with such grace, I wish I could be a part of them...
One day.
Light fills this house with joy,
All but one room...
Mine.
My view out my window is blank,
it holds no life,
No joy.
Just an empty street without any travellers.
Is it not worthy of such presence?
Am I?
A mail truck passes by and as I walk outside,
the breeze blows through me as if the wind doesn't even know
I'm here.
As I approach the mailbox, I notice its irregularity,
It's crooked.
Is it not strong enough to hold its own weight anymore?
Am I?
I think I like it that way, it makes me feel like
I'm not alone.
I open the mailbox, hoping to find something that admires my exsistance...
but to no avail.
It remains to be an empty lonely cubby that stands sideways before me.
I trip on my way back in...

at least the stairs know I'm here.

Author's Note

I didn't want to get out of bed today.