the winds are strong today the chimes clang a cacophonous unmelody with every gust that pulses through the gestating storm between my ears

i want to, yet do not heed, the call to furiously stomp out and tear them down because in the gentle breeze the sound soothes is so easily forgotten in the raging front

once in a while the whip-like cutting audacity of existence does little more than pummel my brain with concussive force as the sheer banality crushes down down down

i am confused and bewildered by the world beyond the glass sliding door where the hoos sing of yuletide and sylvia bakes a final batch of her world famous cookies

i am confused and bewildered by the world beyond the glass sliding door where people are so caught up in being seen they have forgotten to say something worth remembering

i am confused and bewildered, seems to match the day