Disrepair, or the Ouroboros of Life
It’s an endless pursuit
Disrepair: the state of my life
In pursuit of the ultimate happy place,
Staunchly ignoring the blasé in favour of
Treasures and shiny newness
(Regrettably, the gleam will dull in…
A week, maybe two).
Can’t regret what I can’t see, though
To the drawers they go, hidden out of sight.
Indulgences, these—but I’ll come back to them eventually: an endless cycle, an
Ouroboros of chasing that dopamine,
Not realizing that my ultimate happy place can’t stay still, just like me.
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MK Carpenter
Write-brained southpaw. All-around creative and queen of the household keyboard. I write fiction and nonfiction.
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