Whenever I screw up I offer my sincerest analogies: “It was like, George’s fault.”
Self-analysis leaves us wrestling with a cast off jacket, while our true self slips down an alleyway.
The pessimist believes everything is getting worse. The optimist thinks he can find the good old stuff in a rummage store, slightly used and cheap too.
I spend so much time reading on-line reviews that both my enthusiasm and my dinner cool to the two star level.
Are you creating space junk by loving someone to the moon and not back again?
@jmcdonnell123
A free verse poem with a line for first thoughts from each squib:
ReplyDeleteCostanza
shrinks
whether the pool be half empty or half full
because the water is cool
under the silvery slip of a waxing crescent moon
Nice. Are you starting a Sunday Squibs challenge?
ReplyDeleteNo, I'm conflict-averse.
ReplyDeleteI was simply moved to write - inspired by your array of squib topics.