The discontentment of May 23rd of 2018. The lackluster cold.
Fragmented rains in last night. Whats weather doing in a time like today? Why are people outside? Where is the breath of life?
I saw a broken window and a piece of the cracked glass in half piece completely fall off. That’s what today feels like.
Where is our drum circle? The faces have become pale and the second cup of coffee is just a rouse to this foggy cold façade.
We coop ourselves up for today, in hopes of a better tomorrow? I want warmth. And I know I am not the only one.
May 23rd of 2018. This is your birthright. If the day were to suddenly start again, all we know is the cold truth that spring has sprung a leak.
Men are outside with shorts and shirts. The properly dressed for the occasion never would have guessed this day in May. A gentle breeze is not inviting.
We need fire. Nobody wants to be readily outside today. Do they? Did you?
I will wait until this sun shines again. Where are my friends from long ago in my cold breeze time?
We all have a job. We used to. No make up for this day. I am stale bread, untoasted.
What are you in today? Are you warmed? Are you cozy? Does the day treat you like a guest or are you the day’s servant? I am the day’s servant.
The office job would be a caged life waiting. Maybe not. But the smell would be.
It’s cold. Who turned off the weather. How did we end up here on a day like this?
My other readings have poor taste compared to what today has.
Are you there? Will you take my cold life in today? All I have is the cold streets of retribution. Deliver me protection.I am tired to fight. Just as the sun is too weary to shine.
And you. The clouds of today; you gathered here in company. You have come from near or far, and now passersby looking at me as if I have the answers, for today’s cold, slightly breathing, barely lively breath of appearance.
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There’s this prayer that I said to help me feel good. Try it and see what you think: Veni Creator Spiritus.