Coincidences & Clichés

I think God wrote my life out to be a tragic comedy. There are funny coincidences which are prequels to devastating clichés. There’s laughter, no doubt, but it’s covered in a shroud of sadness. There’s tunnels leading to sure fire consequences & then there’s tunnels not leading anywhere. There’s a mountain of confusion, from behind which a faint shimmer of hope glows. There are smiles that struggle through tears every day; there are tears that hint of a dam about to break. There are questions with answers that need not be spoken; there are questions with no answers at all. There is depression & sadness; there is joy & a trail of guilty pleasures. There are broken promises. There are badly kept secrets. There are open books with empty pages; there are libraries full of words. There are faces; there are voices. There are broken windows & boarded doors. There is no way in. There is no way out. I could leave, yes. But then who would be there to shoulder the burdens & share the loss? I could leave, yes. But then who would be there to watch you fall & let you find your way back up? I could leave, yes. But then where would you find another me?

I think God wrote my life out to be a tragic comedy; coincidences, clichés, et al.