Charmed Chaos
Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Escape
She is late,so late. Trying her best not to panic. He hates when she is late. It makes him uncomfortable, angry, distrusting. She does not understand why.Pulling into the drive, the house is pitch black. A sigh of relief escapes her lips; he must not be here.
Puts the key into the lock, steps in.
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Life Lessons
I have none. Zero, zip, zilch.Regrets, that is. There are times I wish I had done something different, told my mother I loved her more, asked my dad the pressing questions I now have about my heritage but may never know the answers to, saw someone in their true light as opposed to who I thought they were.
I regret saying that.
I regret I ever fell in love with you.
I regret we ever met.
I regret I let you go.
I regret, I regret, I regret. An endless list if we live our life regretting.
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Let Go
I have let go of my old life. You know the one. The life where I got up earlier than God, rushed,rushed,rushed. Worked all day, and part of the night. Jetted to somewhere different, worked in a different location, a different city. Encountered harshness no matter where I was. There is little chivalry in an airport. Each man or woman fighting for their own space. Seldom reaching out a hand to help. And if you reach out to help, they view you as a suspicious character. Same song, second verse. Rinse and repeat.Share this:
L’oggetto che Parla (The Object That Speaks)
The cool dark interior of the antique shop is a welcome respite from the summer sun. As the door closes behind me an insistent voice whispers inside my head, ‘Come to me, I want to tell you a story.’ I turn around, expecting someone behind me. No one. I dismiss it as my overactive imagination.Share this:
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