A Day Drawn Drab by Weathering of my Mind

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
I'm just going to start this whole endeavor off with some writing from the heart; a true introspective piece based off of the past weekend's feelings gathering in my head at once.

Submitted: October 08, 2012

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This day has grown grey in the darkened state that it's drawn itself into as it's faded into evening.  I've watched so many people today as they've created themselves in some strange imagery that I don't believe ever portrayed who they were.  Yet, I never said a word, as I just walked by and let them exist in the existential state they believed they'd been in.  There was no reason for me to intrude upon their lives, I'd felt, and so I let my thoughts remain as private as I could as I passed through the walkways and causeways that they'd been corrugating.

Throughout the days that I've watched them, not a single one has progressed in the mannerisms that I'd been expecting, and it has only solidified the idea that was instilled in me long ago, that expectations only will harbor resentments when they're not met.  I was fighting the thought as I'd been watching the days pass through these people as they passed bits of themselves around to be kept and collected by whoever was interested.  I'd never understood why you'd give yourself away like that; simply without any real mentioning how important what was being provided to these folks, for they had no clue what they'd been gathering from you.  I'd hate to believe that for a minute, somebody was being selfless while being entirely selfish simultaneously.  There's no reason to think on this subject anymore, I don't feel the necessity's gathering any more quota.


There's nothing left to hide when you're open as a book on a pedastal that everyone's reading lines from.


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