What I first believe is someone in serious distress is actually a tussle-haired twenty-something rollerblading down the street, wailing Hall & Oates, “Maneater.”
Life can be odd like that:
what I first believe to be gunfire is an angry party clown stuffing balloon animals into a garbage can.
What I think is the first light of the apocalypse is just a beach bonfire.
Sometimes, I’ve been known to create similes in stretch pants that expand too far beyond their intended borders.
Other times, I misplace the letter ’s’ and exit instead of exist.
Many life lessons I’m still learning.
Like how a complex sentence can repent and whittle itself down into a simple, Hello.
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