TRUE CONFESSION
Don't ask if you don't want to know.
People ask me all the time, how are you?
Most days, I lie but not today.
Today, I feel inadequate.
Today, I feel incomplete.
Today, I feel unloved.
Today, I feel defeated.
Isolated. Alone and ashamed.
Rudderless. Purposeless and simply less than less should be.
Today I am a man drowning in six inches of water—too foolish, too stubborn to stand. I am a man demanding to trap light in his closed hand. Today I feel like yesterday if truth were an honest currency minted in confession and reflection. I am inside me with no way out, me being my only obsession, sealed doors, and doubt.
If you were to catch me on a better, brighter day, I’d likely reply, pretty good.
Today is not one of those days, should the curious ask.
Today I will not deceive you.
Tomorrow, perhaps.