There is an unhappiness….
No…
A dissatisfaction to what could be considered “life”.
Perhaps my life specifically.
I am profoundly tired.
I am easily……. distracted?
No…
Unmindful.
I meant to write tonight.
I meant to write about the disgust
Or the disease
Or the other ‘d’ words to fill out the alliteration
The things that resonate with my soul, essentially.
Instead I noticed new songs downloaded to my phone.
Five of them, though one I’ve heard before.
What do you think that means?
What do I think that means?
Does it have meaning?
I considered circles around it.
I remembered long agos.
I dreamed of far aways.
Plenty of maybes.
You. God dammit. You.
I love it all. Those simple things.
The joyous little nothings.
Five songs and I smile.
Five new songs.
Well, four.
I am smiling while writing.
A grin even.
See how quickly I derail?
The You, the only You that has ever mattered.
I bet You get some sick fucking pleasure from this.
You fucking jerk.
You.
Only ever You.