The clouds, heavy with water. My body, heavy with fatigue. As much as they maintain themselves in the air with ease, I find it much harder to keep myself up and steady.
Time itself is far from heavy. It moves quicker and quicker with every second; the more I try to get things done, the more it moves faster and faster.
I pick up my mug and attempt at a sip. “Ah!” the word slides off my tongue as I leave it out to catch the cool air.
My hand reaches for my pants pocket, back pocket and then jacket pocket. “Honey!” I ask my wife, “Have you seen my car keys?”
Sitting on the couch all ready to enjoy her annual leave she says, “They on the counter somewhere.”
I give her my thanks and try using my girl eyes to find them.
“You know how the saying goes –” my wife enters the kitchen with her mug, “you don't care enough about something if you forget where you put it.” She reveals the keys to me, “It was actually by the TV.”
“Honey . . .” I immediately leave once I receive the keys, “May you enjoy your deserved rest.”
My parents and I aren’t on the best grounds at the moment, and the phrase my wife used, literally sums up my childhood.
The older I get, the more the innocence peels away. The more someone picks at the scab, the bigger the wound becomes. As an adult, understanding the real reason to why, as a kid, I was ‘forgotten’ in the grocery store, hurts every time. That sense of not being wanted.
Another do what I say, not what I do moment, huh? Maybe.
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