Originally published February 13, 2018, in the midst of many challenges, this is a short piece about the word unstable, the connotations, and the contextual meaning to me at the time. It was a bit of a reflection, a pondering of paths, and a questioning of the desire within me to retreat from the world.
I am grateful today for the reflection that I did, and that I chose the path I am on. 💙
The original piece is below for reference, and can be found in its entirety at https://objectsanddistance.com/2018/02/13/unstable/
“Unstable”
What a word
What a way
To fall down three flights of stairs
And land on your feet
Never feel like
You need
Anything
Anyone
To be
There
Sit alone
In a room, dimly lit
And think
“This is the life;
I submit to no-one”
But when the wind
Comes whistling
Through the drafty doorways
And old windows
Do you shiver?
Sleep
A place where stability
No longer matters
The world
Disappears
Waking
To find yourself alone again
But not really
Ever
Alone
Today will be
A good day
Long and tiring
The worst yet
Until we rest again
Do you think
That you
Will ever be
Okay
Or at the very least
Better?
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 