She is gorgeous. Her eyes twinkle and it lights up my soul. She’s my soulmate. I’m so happy she responded to my profile. This is fate. This is it. “Wow, you’re cute!” she muses. I soak it in, my heart fills with glee. I wonder what she likes to eat. What she likes to do. Where she likes to go. I’ll go wherever she wants! She has a reputable career, makes good money, has healthy relationships with family and friends, and has normal hobbies. Where has she been all my life? She enjoys the thrills of life and always wants to pursue them. Just like me! I had to be pushed a little bit to go to PT school, but, hell, I did it! What shall we do now? She says she has just the idea! She wants to show me an exhilarating time. I like this. She grabs my hand, and off we go. Do I mind driving with her? I laugh. Anywhere you want to go, my love. She parks at the mall. Interesting. What will we do here? Go on the carousel? Try different foods at the food court? We did ju
The ‘new normal’ they say, but what does that mean? Staying home day after day, this seems like a dream. Wearing masks, stay six feet away. When will the world go back to the ho-hum, the monotonous, Our “normal” day-to-day. People riot, they protest, they rant, they rave, “We want to go back to our hobbies, our lives- Give us our freedom, even if it puts us in an early grave!” But I don’t want that, no I don’t want that at all. Because right now this is a break from the squall. I asked and I willed, I prayed and I wished Please, Something, I want time to do the things on my list, Working two jobs has me tired and bored, I can’t stop, and yet no luxuries can I afford. I want to organize, and learn, and dance, and play, Yet away the go the minutes, the hours, the day. Now time has no meaning, I do what I’m wanting, No boundaries, no schedules, But yet- it’s still daunting. Maybe more than before, because now I do see With all of this time for me to be me, I can’t go back to the 9 to 5.