Original

The world is riddled with people

who like to play it safe,

with creatures of conformity.

Not me.

I colour outside the lines

I eat with my eyes.

I fit in by standing out.

No, I am not a rebel,

I am original.

Stuck in the mud

I’ have been remembering this game every day. I played it once a week as a kid, after music class.

It was simple. The chaser would chase the players and tag them. After being tagged, they’d be ‘stuck in the mud’ until a non-tagged player releases them.

Why am I remembering it?

Well, that’s life for me right now. And I’m trying to find some humor in my current state of mind. Because sometimes the mud hardens and arrests me in place. I don’t move forward. I don’t move backward either. I’m just stuck in the mud.

But, every once in a while, someone/something comes along and releases me for a few seconds. I run, as far as I can. I pause for a brief second, and before I know it I’m stuck in the mud.