life

I felt the freshness of the breeze brush against me. suddenly, I realized I had never felt it before. Maybe I only noticed it when I sat next to the shore. Was I so consumed by the tumultuous issues accumulated on my plate? How did I get to this reckoning state. I spend my days in a tireless loop ,awaiting its end date. sitting on my mistakes yearning for a chance to retake them. When does the cycle break? How many dishes should be shattered? when will my sorrow matter? I get the feel that there are cameras privately watching my next move. Audience cracking jokes on things I hoped I only knew. it's like I'm in a potato sack race. Here's the chase. My sack has holes at each base. once again I'm the clown in this case.