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Some Days

Some days are just bong water trash


While other days

Are magic

Trapped inside

The human experience


Some days are dull and repetitive


While other days

Are memories

That’ll stay with us

Until our hearts stop pumping


Some days are dog shit on your shoe

That you get on your new carpet


While other days

Are lived from a different view

One where you and a few

Laugh the noise away

And the pain

Subsides

And it feels like

Living a life again


Some days are sink full of dishes

And expired food in the fridge

That you take a bite of

And then spit out

In your sink full of rank


While other days

Are the days you meet your missing half


Some days are dying dogs

And painful divorces

With 3 kids

Who never saw it coming


While other days

Are full of your middle child

6 years old

At a family reunion

Full of family he is meeting for the first time in his life

Getting on stage

And telling joke after joke

And killing it


Some days are just so shit

You don’t know

How you’ll go on

With a heart the feels like 2 tons of led


But other days

You’ll step

And the weight in your chest

Won’t feel as heavy

And you’ll step again

And all of a sudden

You’re moving


Some days are the days for the coward to win

The lesser version

The petty one



While others

Courage and kindness

Puts a smile

On your face


Some days you don’t have anything to write about

And you force it out

Like a shit

That wasn’t quite done cooking

And your wipe

Is a mess

All the toilet paper in the world

Won’t make you clean again


While other days

It flows out

And you have no idea

Where it’s really coming from


Some days are natural disasters

While other days

You can sing along to love songs

And it feels

Genuine


The highs and lows

Of being

Are what make this damn life

So interesting


The forever mysteries

Of existing

Are persisting

In this era of the individual ego

And will exist

I imagine

In all the era’s that will follow.


-C.H.


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