I climbed the walls
Of stone, the well's
ajar circle,
beckoned my fall
at four, i dropped
a rock, a 'plop'
"it's gone," i thought.
at five, i tossed
a frog, a 'thump'
"it's gone," i knew.
and then, no end
demise, i lead
the well, a bed
each drop, it took
a piece, longer
second, became,
further, from never.
By now, the walls
of moss, convey
farewell, hello
it's time, to go.
a 'whoosh,' I heard,
my fall, was long.
The end, approached,
closer, closer
~•~
Weeeew what a fun one to write! Soo background on this as per usual: Ambiguity. Yeap that's all there is to it! And that explanation itself is ambiguous. From expectations to achievements, there are more areas of ambiguity in our lives than we think.
How much fries is there in a small packet? They don't really weigh them in restaurants right? Maybe the restaurant has a policy that requires a measurement of the weight before serving. So what's considered "small fries"? If a medium pack of fries was 1kg and a small pack of fries was 500g, are the small fries still small?
If you're thinking "who tf in there right mind would serve 500g of fries and call it small," then that means there's a societal expectation to what's considered "small fries." And everyone has to kept testing until they have their own idea of what is acceptably "small fries."
End of weird rant/monologue! Hope y'all have other ways of interpreting and feel free to talk about it in the comments!
-Darkcueink(27/04/19)
