Shelf…

It’s dusty up here. Cold too, most times.

I’m sitting here. It’s my choice? But not my decision? Looking around, I’m in good company. There are many others like me. But there are also other beings. Lots of plans, unfinished deals, way too many amalgamous dreams. They are the saddest of our lot.

And we’re all peering over the well worn ledge, seeing what could’ve been down below.

Watching the good and the depraved. Like spectators at a poker tournament. Our favorite players making their moves, testing their strategies. All just out of reach. Exactly how they (and maybe we) wanted it. Or at least expressed it way back when.