Think up an alternate reality which makes your current reality seem not so unappealing by comparison.
Any format, 1000 words or less.
In Which I Pretentiously Refer To Myself In The Third Person And Begin Titles With “In Which”
At first she liked being detached;
A haughty independence hatched...
Forgotten friends and forlorn hopes
Harassed no more with horoscopes;
Those touchy-feely wretches...
Free of them, she whispered "ciao"
In sultry sumptuous stretches...
Though scabrous flings and fallacious facades
Delay the assault of Moirai's promenades,
Betwixt twisted raptures
Vacuity captures her mood midst the meager mean musings of age,
When her penitent breath dews the bars of her cage,
And secretly a thought distends
Invisibly from wispy ends;
A thought injected, fierce and wry:
"What good upon the earth am I?"
She offers no resistance.
And so she sits and so she sighs
Nostalgia misting gluey eyes
Until the next foul ache decries
The ennui of existence.