Maybe more like a
Space capsule...
Almost alone in my room...
Small furry creatures
Sleep somewhere in the many
Nooks and crannies...
They bring some life
To the isolation
Every few hours...
And then,
After about 20 minutes,
Back to sleep they go
For 4 or 5 hours more...
Binge-watching series
And re-watching old movies
I've seen
A dozen times before...
Netflix and Amazon Prime...
Planning
On getting at least one thing done
Everyday
That has to be done,
To justify the rest of the sloth...
Vehicle in the shop...
They're fixing something that they allegedly already "fixed"...
Now they get to do it all again,
Free of further charge...
I guess they missed her...
Didn't get to spend enough time
Romancing the engine...
So,
I'm here,
At the tail end of some
Seasonal Affective Disorder level
Depression,
Drifting...
Just passing time...
Somehow unable,
At times,
To step away from the computer...
Really difficult
To not just cue up
Another video...
Hard to motivate to
Take a walk...
Used to do that all the time...
I should put myself
In situations
Where I am required
To interact with other people,
But solitude
Can be so comfortable...
Relative peace is priceless...
It's something worth protecting...
Or, at least,
It's worth valuing...
It's never perfect...
Nothing really ever is...
But it's sometimes as perfect as it needs to be...
Little moments, here or there...
My first wife always said,
"Life's not perfect,
But there are perfect moments.
Those are what we live for."
She loved truisms and clichés...
Probably heard it at church
When she was a Sunday school teacher
Spinning the prayer wheel...
Almost...
It's close...
Those moments aren't perfect...
They weren't...
But they felt that way,
For a moment...
Suspension of disbelief...
It's a survival mechanism...
Much like cognitive dissonance...
The things we do
To psychologically survive
Being cast into this world
Of matter and morality
When once
We were blissfully unaware,
Drifting in the waters
Of the abyss...
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