I Read Somewhere The Other Day How Would You Describe Your Current Season In Life? Heres My Answer:
I read somewhere the other day “how would you describe your current season in life?” here’s my answer:
I think I would say winter. But not the cold peak winter. It’s like, you’ve been through the harsh, painful winter storms, but you aren’t completely out of it. Spring is coming soon, but you still aren’t sure when. I’ve walked through the ice and rain; I endured it. I lost my warm coat on the way. I could’ve made it out in a better condition, but I made it out. It’s the last stretch of winter. A few light drizzles and heavy rains come at me, but I know spring is near. I've almost made it, and that’s all that matters.
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i've gotten so used to it,
living with that buzz in my brain.
the background noise
telling me to move,
do something
it whispers of incomplete tasks and
people lost along the way
i've gotten so used to it though,
that it merely adds
a touch of weight to my shoulders,
disappearing when my mother pulls them back, correcting my posture.
the sound is all but gone
when i'm with my friends,
shouting out the lyrics
of the songs that shaped our childhood,
looking out of the car window
as the glowing lights flash past.
red, white, warm yellow.
the sound is gone
until i'm alone again.
but, still, it's nothing more than a buzz
one i ignore,
telling myself i'm fine.
the new year's given me that:
the ability to believe I'm fine, truly.
i've been walking at the edge of the waves
positivity, optimism, gratitude.
i repeat these, louder than the buzz,
but the waves gently lick at my feet,
threatening to wreck all I've built
the sandcastle standing precariously
on foundations of a new year and hopeful words.
i'm scared of my poetry now.
words i pulled out of my chest
by piercing my heart with thorns and needles
until they spilled out,
red and raw.
but i've decided to do it anyway.
pick up the pen
and momentarily
invite the buzz into the foreground.
dig holes that welcome the sea in streams
into the moat around my sandcastle.
it's a new year
so i've decided to trust myself.
trust that i can control the stream.
trust that my words won't drown me
and if they do—
trust that i can get back up to the surface.
:')
Things I should be doing
• so many
Things I am doing
• None of the so many things


“We accept the love we think we deserve.”
— Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower.
hobbies: being asleep, getting ready to go to sleep, going to sleep, getting into my bed, waking up and realizing i can go back to sleep, sleeping, being in my bed (asleep), falling asleep,
Time
I’ve never trusted time.
It creeps past me
Like shadows on a summer’s
Afternoon, it laughs at me
From clock faces, teases me
From calendars, lies to me
In memories. It always seems so
Plentiful but it hides when needed,
Laughing behind its hand.
And then with a casual flickering cruelty
It changes everything I love into
Sepia memories, faded photographs
In crackling albums, lonely moments
In crowded places. I don’t trust time.
It seems like we all have plenty of it
But it’s never enough.
Doug