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.