Fragments

Morning. Putting your pants on one leg at a time like everyone else. The say habits are different than routine. I wonder if that person can look at themselves in the mirror shoulders down.

Writing. My submission landed in my spam folder. I walk away from most social situations thinking: that wasn’t my best work. I ripped that off from a tweet. Elon Musk buys Twitter and I have mustard stains on my pants from a 7-Eleven sandwich.

This isn’t about remorse. It’s about you. I have hope that when I next look in the mirror, I will see myself as a whole, and not as fragments. We are embodiments of our actions. Give your middle finger to everyone else‘s standards, and don’t forget to smile.