Garbage

The busier we get the more garbage we produce. Bike rides and long walks exhanged for short drives and road rage, gardens for fast food. Fat, sugar, caffiene to power through and alchohol to dull the pain. Guilt, excuses and dissapointment instead of closeness and connection. Promises. Promises. The toxic waste of our relationships neglected: misunderstanding, apathy, lonliness. Fall asleep exhausted on the couch and wake up with an aching back. Money spent on unnecessary things. Bribery to the soul to keep going a little longer...pint of ice cream to mimic pleasure, lovely colorful scarf to replace joy, new CD to substitute for soul. Stuff. Our garbage cans overfloweth with the packaging of haste. We hear ourselves say, "Just do it now, I don't have time." We dream of vacations, dropping out, the release of failure.