Evaporate (Day 788)

They say people become more concentrated as they age.
As a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice or lemonade,
Just as bitter as the fruits of the things lived.
Slowly, slowly, the calm evaporates off
The surface like water and steam.
A bitter shell is all that remains.
By grace or good fortune,
The body erodes,
Mind explodes,
Then poof.
Nothing.

October 11, 2019

Waste (Day 787)

So much waste.
So much
Wasted
Space.

A life is filled,
Mostly gas.

Mostly air.

Mostly nothing.

A life has years,
The years days,
The days moments.

A few moments

Here or

There

Mean something.
Many mean nothing.

The few days’ worth,
The sum of the little things,
Does that make it all?
Does it make it all worth it,
Or is it waste?

October 10, 2019

History (Day 785)

I am not sure history has accomplished
Much, if anything.
Not the people of history,
The people who later use it.
The people who think something comes of it.
History was supposed to be meant
To learn, to repeat not.
Instead, we do more of what we’ve always done.
We are good at ignoring, or perhaps
Good at practicing.
History was meant to be
All for naught.

October 8, 2019

Churning (Day 784)

Churning around, turning
Around. Spinning around and
Around. The ground
Has a sound, the sound of
The clouds. The clouds are
Loud, they churn and spin
Away, around
Here the air feels
Clear. Churning, churning
Turning around.

October 7, 2019