Tic Tac Toe

Come. Let's play a game of the Triple T. If I lose, I will walk today's road without a single word of complaint. I will not even let the word land a toe at the portal of my mind. If I win, allow me to unleash what's hidden beneath the skin. I'll let out a holler even if I were smaller than everyone else. I'll be a magnet, so all the energy floating around me bows to the one standing, that all my demands and commands, may bring to life those wants and wishes. All this talk may sound oh so selfish. A child may put it, "You bossy boots!" And adding to that, I'll put, "You puss-in-boots!" Hanging on the white bare wall, a self-centered me is portrayed. But let me lay this out - I want to listen to me speaking. Not the inner me or the inner voice as some might say because today, I believe it is only the me, that you see, that is letting these words tumble out.

I want this, I say. I want that, I know.

After gaining them all, will my jug be full? Or will I still feel so empty after such a long walk?

You, who's typing this... It's just a game of tic tac toe.
Nothing more.


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