Floating untethered

Nowadays, there are moments when I feel as if I’m not present in this world. As if I’m in a dream where everything is sluggish — I look at my palms, wiggle my fingers but they seem to move with a delay, in slow glitchy motions — and a feeling of helplessness floods through me. I’m simply an observer floating untethered over the world, struggling to get a grip, find a hold, make sense of the changes flying past me even as they accelerate with every passing second.

Check out my other post from earlier today, ‘i can’t help but romanticise the night’, which is a tad bit happier.

Written in response to the image prompt provided by Sonya’s Three Line Tales, Week 217.

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A lonely rose

A lonely rose,
she sought a companion -
someone who could handle
her fiery red,
someone who could endure
her prickly thorns.
Suitors came and went,
some unable to
handle her heat,
some hurt intensely
by her cutting words.
She soon came upon
a fetching match.
He looked ideal,
with thorns all over,
calling himself cactus.
He seemed to understand her
and her prickliness,
but he had a flaw of his own.
A monster lived within him,
a monster that turned him green.
He handled her alright,
he loved her deeply,
but she couldn't take it anymore.
He was much too bristly,
and she started hating
the green in him.
A lonely rose,
she couldn't endure
someone else's defects.
A lonely rose,
she withered to black,
and went to her death
the same way
she had come to life,
and all alone.

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