Between the cracks

Warnin’: Self indulgent misery -guts stuff ahead…

Just where the cracks meet, the dark lingers.  A place where no light goes.  Where the deep, silent places roar.  And hope looks like a fool. There, in the dark, I am still in the rushing.  Eyes closed.  Shoulders heavy.  I just breathe into the black.  And try to let the days leak out of me.  Before I drown in them.  Drown in the endless march of days that look like nothing.  That look like failure and loss and insignificance.  Before this strange sorrow becomes my friend.  A jealous companion.  Before the pain becomes the only evidence of life.  And starts to feel more real than today.  Before I lose to inertia and apathy.  And sink. Sink into a mediocre life, a mediocre me.

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4 thoughts on “Between the cracks

  1. daisyfae says:

    Mediocrity. it’s um… like, ok…. i didn’t expect to spend so much time here, but you know, it gets comfortable after awhile. Mortgages are easy, the weather is kind… Food is so-so, though. Typically i go out if i’m after fine food and drink.

  2. kyknoord says:

    Nhurhurhur you said “crack”. Sorry :mrgreen:

  3. nursemyra says:

    but you meant craic didn’t you?

    Dolce darlin’ most of us are living with mediocrity which is slightly better than a life of “quiet desperation”. Personally I wake each morning feeling like Dorothy Parker… “what fresh hell is this?”

    Tell me it gets better one day

  4. Dusty Muffin says:

    That time of the month, huh?

    That time when you run out of money before you run out of month.

    Hang in there.

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