Casual Sadness

Soaking whatever’s left
Of
The dying sun

Listening to the wind’s
Quiet, solemn tune
Humming along
Out of solidarity

My cup of tea
Is now cold
As I search for meaning
In a meaningless world

What is this, really?
Casual sadness, perhaps
In all its glory…

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Our Collective Dilemma

Same are our questions
Different are the words
Gleaming eyes, of confusion
Voices yet, stumble never
She’s me, I’m her
It’s an endless story
Human at worst
Hysterical at best