#fightflightmode
Life is ironic.
It puts Your house on fire.
You sit and watchas your world burns down.
In desperation, you call the cops.
No answer. No hope.
Firefighters?
No answer. No hope.
A hose? Water?
A no-show. No hope.
How about your family?
“Be there in ten.”
Hope.
So you fight the fire
with your bare hands,
saving what you can
of what was once your home.
Your hands?
Gone. No hope.
The house?
Gone. No hope.
Ten minutes pass.
Your family can’t come.
Sound familiar?
The ringing of no hope.
Your hands are on fire.
Waiting.
Waiting.
You call an ambulance.
Waiting.Waiting.
“Just breathe. We’ll be there soon.”
They finally listen.
Life finally gives you hope.
Truth. Life.
So you Don’t let go of it.
Then the paramedics finally come
Yet they stare at you
your burned hands,
***** clothes,
all the effort you put in
Yet they look at you like you’re crazy.
Confused, you look around.
And right behind you
Where there was nothing before.
a tub of water.
16h ago
Jun 5, 2026 at 12:53 AM UTC