I am surrounded by blessings…the invisible air, sometimes allowing itself to be seen…filled with twirlings of leaves in the fall…nature’s confetti beckoning me to join in the celebration.

Breathing in the scent of autumn, smiling, holding on to my hat…it thinks it’s old enough to go to the party without me.

I spot blessings through windows. hurriedly checking their blessings in. racing to and fro, hellos mixed in with scarves, sweaters, and lunchboxes.

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The ticking clock threatens to consume me.

The ever-present tick reminds me of seconds lost…never gained.

The tock infinitely chasing tick, yet never able to reach him.

No matter if I hold that monotonous hand with my own to stop the incessant clicking, the seconds still slip by.

Silently and invisibly laughing at me with their wild eyes. Tock chasing tick. Tick barely out of tock’s grasp.

I wonder to myself, which of us is the crazy one.

smileyhappysarah, 9/20/15


Parallel lines thrill me and sadden me at the same time.

So exact. So perfect. Never straying from their intended path. So beautiful to look at and measure.

Yet…never intersecting. Doomed to live their existence always just out of reach. Equally so. Never able to meet their trusty, unending companion.

Ever extending towards infinity never being able to grow close in their relationship. Infinitely platonic & distant…perfect, calculable distance.

Cold, yet never truly alone and never truly accompanied. What a beautiful, cruel state of being.

smileyhappysarah, 1/18/16

Paneful life

16 panes to look through & yet one picture to look at.

the world broken up into 16 pieces, 16 rectangles.

uneven lines slope horizontally while vertically, they remain strict, staunchly straight up and down.

Uncaring. Unforgiving.

at least the sloping divisions lead my eyes gently to the outside whilst the vertical ones…remind me of life in fourths…prison bars separating me from life outside the lines. outside the box.

smileyhappysarah, 1/18/16

Marching orders

Gliding across the sky…slowly, steadily moving.

Yet never breaking rank…breaks in formation reveal what’s underneath.

bright blue, jumping up and down. trying to see through the holes as they move with the wind as their guide.

like balloons in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade.

smileyhappysarah, 1/18/16


So much worshiping nowadays. of people, selves, nouns, verbs, adjectives.

Some say even of God. for most that’s gone by the wayside in favor of the latest hashtag cause.

Worshiping of images stared at in mirrors. giving duck-faced lips staring into a toothpaste-spattered, floss-ejected lie.

That which you so religiously worship mocks you. silently mouths your words back to you as you strain to hear what they’re saying.

Too.much.self. you might see a clearer image of what you worship if you were to clean off the hardened remnants of your highly-processed dinner you had last night.

Instead…you dig at it with an uneven, jagged thumbnail & end up smearing left-over preservatives across the mirror in a mucked-up line. it’ll be fine.

Now…for my next selfie.

smileyhappysarah, 1-2-16