Day 112 Ruminating And Writing

Fleeting

Those fleeting moments of hope
Those thoughts of torment and fear
The never-ending imperfection
The restlessness
Why do you follow me around
Why do you linger as an afterthought
I surrender
I give up
You leave me with no hope

Phone

He ran back to the park, hoping that his phone was still there. He couldn’t understand how he could have been so careless to leave it there on the bench just like that. It had his whole life in there, and someone could just take it. He rushed to the bench an...