Absent

Not going to lie, I feel absent from my own life, if that makes any sense. I wake up, go about the day, and yet it feels void of meaning. Hoping tomorrow, this feeling is somehow banished from existence.

In the meantime, I’m helping my mom engrave wine glasses as a bridal shower gift for my future sister-in-law.

[Current energy= restlessness X anxiety X defeated mentality]

Here’s hoping tomorrow is actually a new day where I have motivated energy to do what needs doing.

Last Breath Leaves

“What is the meaning of life?”
A teacher asked of me
In one of my vivid dreams.
 
I cannot recall how I answered
Though every other wacky scene
Of that dream is in my memory.
 
My answer had gone up in smoke
But it made me wonder
If the meaning of life, its purpose
 
Is hidden in our subconscious.
An answer secret even to us
But it tells us what is right
 
The meaning of life is ambiguous
different and the same
For every living soul.
 
Our everyday journey
Through chaos and sanity
Is the road to that elusive answer.
 
I believe it can only be known
When one knocks on Death’s door
And sees the purpose of their life
 
Just as their last breath leaves.