Life As Fjizzle: Cold Departure of Chubby Chops

 Often, one hopes for the best, but unfortunately, what we get is the flip side. The other side of happiness, the other side of joy, togetherness, and oneness. It just doesn’t work out as thought, and leaves a crack in the heart. It aches further as the night chameleons to day and the week transcends into months, you desire those heartwarming moments once again, but it’s gone.

 

Gone with the wind, gone with the moment as you stare at the cold departure of warmth, a safe space.

 

Fjizzle

You can’t really explain, but you just have to admit that it’s gone. Gone for the best, gone to find rest in the ethereal, finding solace among vigor and essence of another. Life is fickle. What once tickled and chuckled now has you hooked in a crossroads, contemplating what’s really worth fighting for or simply coming to terms with the cold departure of the scintillating chubby chops chopsticks you enjoyed chewing often.

 

Wallflower

You pounced on it as it viciously bounced on you; the jiggle and wiggle of the nefarious friction left an indelible sensation in your mouth. All you have now are dead skin cells in your brain.

 

You watch as chubby chops fades further away; away into the abyss of emotions and memories. As the days pass, you realize that you can only admit that the pendulum swung in your direction. You don’t know what you did wrong or right, but you had your moment. Tickle, prickle, and of course, fickle.

 

Laughing out loud...

In the dark, I soliloquize, “I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life; I understand that you’ll be a star in somebody else’s sky, but I always find myself asking ‘why?’ Why can’t it just be mine…?”

 

Perhaps, the day won’t come, maybe, just maybe some persons won’t find their chubby chops or scooper, I don’t know what to say about that, but here’s my submission.