Why do my creative juices flow much better when I have work to do?
I won't live forever,
So it doesn't seem an apt word
To use.
To the death is more appropriate,
But since I died inside when you left me,
That would mean my feelings had numbed.
They haven't.
Until my heart stops beating?
It will never beat the way you forced it to.
Til the end of time -
Except,
Since you left,
I lost track of the time,
Barely charting sunrise and sunset.
There is no justifier.
This exists while I exist.
Even if you don't exist with me.
*
Have you ever watched a plant
Stretching its roots in vain to gather life from the water that it craves?
Water that rushes past, just out of reach,
Not understanding the plant's need for nourishment,
The small connection which gives it reason for existence.
It can go for days on its reserves,
Living off its memories of the sweet touch.
Eventually, though, the plant will wither and die,
Deprived of its contact with the cool, uncaring water.
So it doesn't seem an apt word
To use.
To the death is more appropriate,
But since I died inside when you left me,
That would mean my feelings had numbed.
They haven't.
Until my heart stops beating?
It will never beat the way you forced it to.
Til the end of time -
Except,
Since you left,
I lost track of the time,
Barely charting sunrise and sunset.
There is no justifier.
This exists while I exist.
Even if you don't exist with me.
*
Have you ever watched a plant
Stretching its roots in vain to gather life from the water that it craves?
Water that rushes past, just out of reach,
Not understanding the plant's need for nourishment,
The small connection which gives it reason for existence.
It can go for days on its reserves,
Living off its memories of the sweet touch.
Eventually, though, the plant will wither and die,
Deprived of its contact with the cool, uncaring water.