Pondering.

Sara Lazarovska's picture

I shouldn't be here.

Yet I am.

Why does it feel so wrong?

Darkness.

And emptiness.

It's eerie. And cold.

Bitterly cold.

But it's only October--

what has happened

to the climate?

Last year--the same;

short sleeves the year before.

Lacking consistency.

It's so quiet. Too quiet.

Why is there no motion,

no activity,

no sign of life?

No lonely bird chirp,

no car screech,

nothing.

The first and second nature,

silent.

It's like the Earth

stood still.

~~~

I chose to write this post in verse because I thought it would capture the "wildness" of my train-of-thought writing most accurately.

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