I call it one thing and you call it another. And I know you’re trying to make me feel better, but I’d like you more if you spoke the truth.
There’s so much these days I don’t say, because it’s better to let the pieces of my soul settle after the shake-up.
As I contemplate engraving the memory of the impact, I try to define the Before. The caesura that heightens both the prior note and the chord to follow. It’s time I learned an instrument.
Generic phrases flicker across my screen and I despair at all the laid back, easygoing people who don’t take life too seriously. If this is the only life you get, the only heart to feel with, the only eyes to see out of, then don’t you want to make it mean more?
In a room full of people I can feel completely alone and so I learned to like my own company. The IPO wasn’t great, but now it pays dividends to loyal traders.
What a lot of life you can squeeze out of time when you accept that once even a diamond was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Or maybe it’s time squeezing life out of me.
Some chapters need more words than others, and I have left my place on the shore. The water is warmer than I imagined, and my body remembers how to swim. My mind alters between reminiscing about the shoreline behind and planning for the adventures ahead.
I feel the wheel ticking along, in step as ordered, and then – click – I feel the disconnect. Though I hope it’s just the heating coming on.
“What have I become?
Truth is: nothing yet”
[Part 14 of Volume 2 of my “Thinking in Acronyms” series”]