There is no worst feeling than boredom-induced anxiety. The crawling insatiable itch that starts from the insides of your bones, the tightness in your chest and upset stomach, to the scattering of your thoughts that seem to never compose into completion, but the message is clear: you need to get out of here.
People around you say,
you are still young, be reckless and carefree. meet many, love many and forget many.
The person you could spend eternity with says,
you are still young, be reckless and carefree. meet someone, love someone to forget the other someone.
You say to the people,
you are young…but still, not reckless but carefree. have met many, haven’t loved any, and forget every.
To the person you could spend eternity with- you say,
nothing. because it’s just too obvious.
Christmas Day, just like any other day, a routine to buy cigarettes at the convenience store. Perusing the aisle, prolonging check out because who wants to go back to an empty home? Next to me, a young man dressed nicely in a suit is debating between two bouquets of flowers. He looks back and forth between the two of them, one a medley of wild flowers vibrant in color, the other a quiet paler bunch of respectable flowers. He turns to me and asks for my opinion.
“Who are they for?”
His girlfriend, of course.
“Well, let’s see, what’s the occasion?”
To the cemetery to visit her.
