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Samsonite: The Jaded Baggage of One Stop Dating

A Raven's View

By holly mPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

The blizzard begins, cold seeps between what was wanted

What is needed, and the uncertainty of what is. The hardened decay of a

bruised spirit. The soured stench of shredded hope

Left is the shell of elation, hollow and riddled.

Grief the sacrificial victim

Disillusionment, a cherished friend.

Broken promises—denied possibility

the loss of intimacy, caring, and closeness.

Ignorance impersonating as conscience

a-piece-of-as- is-a-piece-of-ass-as-flesh- is-as

forgettable as the unnoticed sunrise.

It is not about

meeting new friends.

It is about the

The Right Here!

The Right Now!

The Right ON!

It is about the foolishness

of distorted focus, The flavor

of the hour, found

in chat rooms, on-line personals. Numbers connect

voices, voices to lust, lust to

Indifference.

In the mass, bodies shift between righteousness

and regret, between the urgent now and the morning after

relating principle to immediate gratification—

we are all expendable.

No expectations result in very little disappointment.

We are our own freak shows.

Patience is a luxury.

Soul searching becomes a staple

Preservation becomes pointless.

We are always left wanting

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About the Creator

holly m

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