Even lines break unevenly.

Searching a soul is no easy feat
and besides, I’m altogether too
hot in all these clothes, these
shirts and pants, and pants and
shirts are overheating body,
mind and beyond so it all eva-
porates, turns into air or some-
thing less dense, less visible to
the naked eye, stripped off what-
ever clothes it was once wrap-
ped in. And I’m trying to keep a
straight line, but the line breaks
unevenly even when I try my
best. Often the best we’ve got is
not good enough for what we
strive to do. Striving: a human
endeavour to which outlook is
bleak.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s