Lingering Thoughts
i reach down to the bottom of the cookie jar and find nothing but crumbs. i am left empty tonight. Alone...with a glass of week old milk. i try to entertain my mind, but it wanders...
with my back to the window, the glow of the tv floods my face. a nagging, lingering thought allows it's fingers to flutter through my hair. my head and neck burn, expectantly waiting for the end. a shot/explosion/burst...images of my last few moments flash/fade into the darkness.......
yet, I wake to float through another day of demands/disappointments. so i continue my day dream escapades. where time stops. where i can live in a thousand new ways.
i don't remember where I came from. i won't be able to see where I go. the darkness hovers just over our shoulders. but we march on trying to distract/achieve/sweat. anything to not acknowledge the inevitable. anything to help us forget the stale/heavy breathing over our shoulders. time drags us. heels in the dirt. so...i try to enjoy the scenery.
thanks for listening my friend. even though I still feel hollowed out.
with my back to the window, the glow of the tv floods my face. a nagging, lingering thought allows it's fingers to flutter through my hair. my head and neck burn, expectantly waiting for the end. a shot/explosion/burst...images of my last few moments flash/fade into the darkness.......
yet, I wake to float through another day of demands/disappointments. so i continue my day dream escapades. where time stops. where i can live in a thousand new ways.
i don't remember where I came from. i won't be able to see where I go. the darkness hovers just over our shoulders. but we march on trying to distract/achieve/sweat. anything to not acknowledge the inevitable. anything to help us forget the stale/heavy breathing over our shoulders. time drags us. heels in the dirt. so...i try to enjoy the scenery.
thanks for listening my friend. even though I still feel hollowed out.