The waiting room of my life
Every day is a mental puzzle piece that I can not win. Every day is a mental jigsaw puzzle that beats me I keep searching for a through-line of reason I search for logic, for reason, for wisdom and there is none None that sustains Lots of small bits of "understanding" Maybe they last an hour 20 minutes The only peace I get is sleeping I wake up in my life of a waiting room I'm perpetually "on hold" and the hold music is the incomprehensible verbal jumblings of a psychologically damaged adult. And the kind voice recording that temporarily chimes in to remind me that I'm on hold...comes in the form of an Op-Ed piece, a research finding, a meme, a smart article written by a seasoned pulitzer-prize winning journalist, a pew-study...... and then the hold music again. For those brief moments when the interruption chimes in, I am fooled into thinking that a real person will finally pick up. But alas, it's not a real person finally put...