Bon Appetite

Sandra Saxon Burnsed

​I feel nothing. I mean today wasn’t a bad day or anything. I guess I just feel silent, unwilling to listen to another soul not even myself. Unable to express myself, unwilling to listen or watch anything. I’m just in a blank, numb mood. My right eye has developed a dark spot again which I can see every time I blink. I can only guess it’s my diabetic retinopathy flaring up again. Considering that my Peripheral neuropathy has been flaring in my feet. It’s not surprising the eye situation wouldn’t pop up as well. 

I keep thinking, maybe I should just shut down for a while. I’m also thinking a change of scenery would be nice too. But at the moment I’m not going to make any crazy decisions about either. So I’ll just sit here and chill. My partner in crime sleeps of peacefully next to me. If she had any idea how just jealous I am of that. But we have our own separate lives entwined by a long history. So many truths we just keep to ourselves.
 
I’m sorry there’s no real point to any of this, other than to waste your time, as well as, mine. But this is my craft, this is my art. Understand it or not. Define it as you will. The meanings I present are here are right in front of you. If I were to try and suppress all this, I would be taking two-steps back in my evolution. So here they are, my current emotions plated just for you. Bon appetite.