Rrrrring

Hello operator,
please ring me 459
and if you disconnect me
then I'll give it one more try.

But if the trying goes on
(there's no one on the other end),
I think I'll get the picture
and I will never call again.


[Why am I so attached to my phone lately? It's literally driving me absolutely haywire to the point where I feel no longer like myself! How sad is that? When one measures their satisfaction based on how many interactions they have via cell phone. It's impersonal, up to the same caliber as those social media bullshit websites. And yet, I still keep checking my phone and I still keep my social media bullshit websites up to date.

I've hit a funny place in my head, methinks. I need to figure this one out.]


-Mon

[Mixed Media; Acrylic + Oil Pastel on Wood]

[Through the looking glass;]
peering out of a window
into the grassy knoll
where the children frolic
and the sweet surrender of frivolity
resonates.

It captures them
serenades them,
(if you will)
"come play,
unabashed
until one day,
this sweetness
will become ill-advised.

"Come play,
and let creativity tickle your fingertips,
let adventure tantalize your soul
and join the rest of the world
in frivolity,
because you just don't know
any better."

But,
don't be fooled,
because frivolity is a double edged sword.

We all want to play-
but games are only fun
when there's little
on the line.

Because
when emotions get the best of you
and all you can do
is see your losses:
no gains,
no pleasures;
just pain.

That's when you come to realize
that (maybe) its all

just

not worth it.


-Mon