the ides of march have come and gone

their solemn oaths traipsing

snorts and stutters and shimmerings of such

oh what hell this is raising!

the world ended once before, they cry

such are folly claims of woe

the trees may fall and the storms may blow

but no, we will never go!

the village carries on as nothing is amiss

with routine events and frivolous affairs

that simply cannot be skipped...

the green light

means go

forwards or backwards?

to words rehearsed or time reversed

an urge to appease

can we ever do what we please?

plead

we plead for a second chance

and a third

and a fourth

see

we see the green light

in all its grandeur

the unattainable pursuit of fulfillment

down a spiral of crossroads and rabbit holes

and feelings unbeknownst, unknown

so hard to open up

but so ...

His girlfriend was staring back at him, eyes void of emotion and unblinking. “Why won’t you answer me?” he exploded, anger brimming over the top of his stoic facade. He had been trying to get a response from her for hours now. No matter how much he pried, prodded or poked the matter, she gave no hint of response.

He had messed up. He knew that. That’s why he was here. Trying to fix things. But of...