Of Opinions That Don’t Matter

A voice in the darkness calling out toward me.

A voice the beckons me home.

Or is it away from home.

It beckons none the less.

There is light in the darkness, a warmth in the cold.

I linger too long, holding onto the void.

The voice fades into the darkness, muted by the noise of nothing.

And alone I stay.


Afraid to move.

Without choice, without hope, without fear.

I am full of emptiness.

Apathy is thy name.


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R. Todd

I'm older than I think I am and younger than I feel. I'm stuck in the 80's but relevant to today (oh I hope that last part is true). I think I am more of an enigma than I really am, but somehow still confound those who try to figure me out (or they just look at me weird, so I infer that). And I really hate my first name. Husband, father, Navy Vet, UCF graduate, cat owner (translate.. slave), wannabe writer, and all around big kid who is stuck in an adult world. Overall, I just... um.. something to something, blah blah blah. And that's all I got to say about that.

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