Getting something to eat...

I open a drawer in the kitchen to acquire a spoon, there are two, nestled tightly together, reflecting in one another's form and likeness. Fitting so well together at rest. I became jealous and angry with these spoons and their tranquil life shared. I retrieve one of them, bend it out of shape and throw it back in the drawer far from the other. I slam the drawer shut and lean on the counter, aware of my maddening reaction. I feel great sadness build inside, a swelling, pressure crushes my temples, reality of life overcomes me as I stare into the counter. This is no way to live.