FACE

The many dimensions and aspects of a face of the human kind
Walking a path than can trip you at times when the terrain is the nitty gritty stuff. Rocks instead of grass and you fall on your arse and sink down past tree roots and shoots of daffodils that felt like hope.

You are on a downward trajectory and you feel that life has choked out all your funny quips and jokes and smoothed your laughter lines but left an anxiety riddled complexion and a nervous tic and a mind jacked on steroids flexing the muscles of ruminating.


It has left you feeling like you are inhabiting another's person life.
You just do not feel right more left in truth on the other side of the street.
You are miles behind trying to find where you went, and it is written all over your face in black marker pen but you cover up with dark glasses and a shot of whiskey to give you the illusion of feeling you before you tripped over your own feet. Looked behind and to far to in front it is a disorienting way to live your life.

You forgot to look at where you are and how far you have come but all you saw was everything you had not done.

No accolades for you and you slipped into the darkest night completely out of sight.