I don’t know why all these people keep writing sappy poems about their lovers sleeping peacefully tangled in the sheets next to them. You’re snoring so loud I couldn’t even tell it was storming until the power went out and I’ve just been sitting here giggling every time you wake the dog up and she glares at you. As if twenty hours of sleep a day isn’t enough. It’s not exactly endearing, especially when coupled with the puddle of drool that’s settled on your pillow. But the familiarity is comforting and I can’t imagine having a sappy poem about a peacefully sleeping lover. Not when I can have you.
“Wake up today, tomorrow will be too late; and your life will fly by without a sound. Without a word you’re left for the world to pick over. Lying there, they’ll dance around you as if you were always some spectacle to be enjoyed. Never having a place in this world beyond the grass covered plains. This is your life; Nothing more than what you allow the world to define you as. This is your life, and if you don’t wake up today, tomorrow will be too late.”
“The difference between a single breath and a single minute can be a lifetime. The world will slow, your mind will progress and the past will remain stuck in a limbo you’ll spend nights visiting. Along the way you’ll lose yourself. This minute, this moment, it will be your downfall. Subconsciously you will decide your future and you will live this predetermined destiny as if you have no choice. So let’s be honest: you never did.”
Be careful, tread lightly-
The blades bend beneath your feet.
Run, sprint the air out of your lungs:
The fewer steps you take, the faster.
Look up, close your eyes.
The white dots outnumber the dark.
There’s always something at the end;
Unless there’s nothing.
Sometimes there’s nothing.
That’s when you lose…
You can’t lose nothing.
Those are the best times,
You’ll see. When you can’t lose,
When there’s not a thing to be lost.
Skies will seem darker-
They’re not darker
They’re the same.
You’re different, free.
Free with nothing to be lost.
So, run faster. You’ll lose no air
Since you never really had it.
Oxygen flows through you.
Breathe again. There. That.
That’s nothing. It means something,
It means, everything-
Tread, bend, run, faster
Look, outnumber the dark-
There’s always something.
Even when there’s nothing.