A post on a screen took my breath away today—
Not with joy, but with the sharp, cold edge of envy.
A couple in their winters, united after the long frost,
Coming together to stitch the pieces of their unfilled selves.
Sixty years of "Goodness" finally traded for a moment of Truth.
And like a glitch in the Cosmic CEO’s grand design,
A vivid picture flickered to life in my own mind:
A world tour with a man who stares, sunglasses or not,
A picturesque sunset, a glass of vintage irony in hand,
And a laugh that echoes louder than the silence of my chores.
My heart aches—not a dull throb, but a violent press—
Urging me to find a way, any way, out of this foundation.
It whispers: “Stop being the Ideal One. Stop the Sacrifice.”
It screams: “Live, laugh, love, and repeat until the ache is gone.”
Is this life just a single, lonely trek, or are there many more to come?
I wish my desire could always be my present.
I wish the "Animal" didn't have to wait until sixty
To drink the wine it was promised at twenty
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