Abnegation

Our soggy sandwiches. Our constant running out of dental floss. And our several mental issues. Mental and physical. Psychological. Our indignation with the silence of P's. Our misery toward wrong grammar. And yet our vicariously short-lived memories. Our endless drying out of thoughts. Our fear of facing those thoughts alone. Our finding comfort in food. Our daily challenges. Monthly challenges and yearly challenges. Our struggles with intimacy. And with space. Our sickness. Our health. Our money. Our poverty.  Our unhealed wounds. Our under realization of calibres. Our own resounding echoes in the air tight rooms we are constrained to. Our crippling social awkwardness. Our fight with depressing daily news. Our nausea. Our vertigo. Our pounding in the stomach. Our fear of having a child. Our scare of overeating ourselves to death. Our fear of losing touch with our deep inner selves. Our fear that our potted plants will die. And that we all will die and all this will come to nothing. Our strange acceptance of that end in nothingness.

4 comments:

PS said...

How terrifyingly familiar.

CRD said...

Each of those fears is very real...I think everyone can relate. In fact, I think those who have read this must have suddenly been jolted out of their carefree lives.

Keep writing...

Cheers,
CRd

wildflower said...

Thanks CRD and pSyn0, for reading

WritingsForLife said...

As always it tugs at my heart.

I have so much of your writing to catch up on. But thank you for continuing to write :-)