the slow unraveling

Another year, another day, another show, another blog. Wasn’t life exciting? Was it not full of wonder and whimsy? At one point. Now it more like cold hard clockwork. Automatic. Got life on cruise control.

Another year.. another month, another Red Sox season. Everyday is a lifetime and every morning I am reborn. Only I am cursed by yesterday, by memory. I reach out for a hand to hold to be trampled on. I open my heart for it to be welded shut.

Another day Another commercial, another bill, another headache.

Where are the fleeting moments of joy that make it all worthwhile?

Are they headed towards as we speak?

Or were they illusions the whole time…

Next time, I’ll blindly choose a topic and stick to that.

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