Straight standing and puff chested, Mr. Wong shows all his feed chompers. Feet covers highly shiny and torso button-up acutely heat pressed, he is the epitome of pleasure look upon. His personette side stands him, lip tight and see globes as large as evening meal food holders, with her legless full body naked hider shifting in the air move. The statued pair focuses their see globes foreways where the second male person, combed proper and moment capture device bearing, bend stands finger fiddling with the count downer, time placing the Mr. and Mrs. Wong moment capture. Apologetic faced the employed person mumble mouths a few choice sorry says for the amount of Earth spin his ready making has proved without purpose. Mr. Wong’s front top bulb creases before shout saying that the moment capture device in not so un-simple and the person employ given should quick pace his hereafter finger fiddling with more Earth spin spent no mistaked. Click flashed and whine noising the moment capture device front releases the moment capture thin print, moment showing Mr. Wong, blood-filled front-topbulb, yell-saying and Mrs. Wong cower positioned stepside.
Month: March 2020
Relevance
Hello Reader,
Sometimes, maybe not all the time, but definitely most of the time, I am fighting to remain relevant in the lives of my friends and loved ones.
I didn’t realize this until recently. The idea that I could ‘fade away’ is usually just a distant tickle in the back of my head. But it’s never not there.
Every once in a while it crops up, maybe to settle its cold body in the pit of my stomach or set an anchor in my heart. This usually happens when someone blows me off or sets me on a back burner while they focus on themselves.
I didn’t realize this until I started to look at my life objectively. I saw that I have an irrational fear that I could become irrelevant. Maybe one day I will fall asleep, or not accept a phone call, or forget to text back, and the person who was reaching out for me at that moment will forget me. Maybe they’ll replace me.
I try really hard, Reader. And sometimes, when I think that things are safe, and my relationships are strong, I weigh the potential of skipping a text, or ignoring that call, or silencing my phone when I go to bed. Is it a time when I can let go of that responsibility and remain relevant?
I’m mostly writing this today because people have been saying lately that I look tired. I’ve caught myself in the past few days stopping mid-sentence because I’d realized that I didn’t know where my words were coming from. I’m a little lost, and they’re not wrong, I do look tired.
Have a great night, Reader.
Holding the universe together 