strange reflection
some days
i am unrecognizable,
my own skin and eyes
are full
of doubt this i feel
and see
is really me
who is that? i have no idea.
maybe tomorrow my memory will jog more than just in place.
life can be a squeaky, sweat-covered treadmill.
the work put in has a number value attached to it and feels less than what i should be doing according to someone else’s standards.
i look up to see my surroundings haven’t changed, and all i can do is laugh at the absurdity.
is this really me?
surely it couldn’t be, the 10-year-old inside my head is so certain of this.
but a deep breath and a pause reminds me of the truth.
these days may be rare, but they’re raw and real.
they rot and give way to yet another sunrise that distracts me just long enough to move on to something else.
something worthwhile.
-garr_ck
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-Dan Garrick