Where Grownups Play in anticlimatic

  • Sept. 17, 2025, 2:43 a.m.
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I feel like I’ve never lived a life.

Like I’ve been trapped in the lobby of some casino, or game, unable to find a door I could fit through to get into the main floor.

I know it’s in there.

I can see people in there, through the windows.

I can see them coming and going through doors I can’t access.
I can see them laughing through the windows with their backs to me.

I do love them, the human race. I genuinely do.
I just can’t be with them.

Is everything good, just a dream?
I reach for my Love through the silence of the night, sensing Her near-
finding only the same cold sea of untouched bed behind me.

One day we’ll get into that Casino.


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