The Traditional

I stare at him while he pretends to watch the TVs in front of him.

Their mute.

Commercials on both of them.

But he won’t dare to take his eyes off of the screen.

What happens next,

I sit there- frozen

by fear and excitement,

unable to contain the roller coaster inside me

I let it overcome me.

I remain collected under pressure,

A pair glancing forward to distract us.

A distraction is right.

That’s what all this is.

A

Distraction.

From our other reality.

How many realities do we live in,

how many worlds do we come across?

With or without recognition our worlds collide-

realms meet,

bonds form,

existence seizes,

we live in the moment -together.

That’s all we have,

these moments,

these moments and these memories.

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