Not Much Longer Now

So I only have eight more days until I can indulge myself in the horror-show-sadness which is Facebook once again.

I don't know why I enjoy it so much.

Actually...yeah I do know.

I really like the instant-gratification 'thing' you get from Facebook (and I guess other types of social media, though you'll never even be able to pay me to get on Twitter).

I rather miss posting my stupid pictures about the amazing food I cook. And the pictures of silly nights on the porch, which, I must say, have been sadly lame as of late because of friends' work schedules and other life-things interrupting my social gatherings.

Jason wanted me to have something to show for the 31 days I wasn't on Facebook. All I've got to show for it are four poems and maybe a lot less social-media-induced depression.

I have missed being nosy as hell and reading about other peoples' lives.

I'm really not that exciting a person when it comes right down to it. But to be honest, are any of us? I'll be the first to admit that I get a lot of pleasure from my social media, but I will also acknowledge the irritation and frustration that I also experience because of it.

And, as I've noticed, it really REALLY cut into my sleeping time. I've been going to bed between 9-10pm every single weekday night since I went on FB hiatus. I guess that's a plus. Right?

whatever. Maybe I'll write some more before Wednesday the 21st. Maybe not. It's never been something I forced and I'm certainly not going to start now. The muse will come when she feels like it. Bitch.

Little Lines that Take You Away

it gets to be too much
the stress and strain of living
your skin gets tight and the lines set in
deep
ingrained
permanent little things that mark you
twist you into something new
something different
something old and worn
and ragged

how time drags
leisurely marking its passage
each sweet second ticked off
one at a time
hands and face, unable to resist
just tools and canvas for inevitability

each day, you're someone new
but never quite like you were
not just outside, but inside
the tick-tock never stops, tick-tock, never stops
tick-tock, never stops, never stops
never stops...

it will always be too much
no matter how much it is
stressed and strained
and unstoppable

and most of all
unwanted

--A. Walczesky
5/7/14