tell me something more...
the silence is still there
though it's quieter than usual
most things are quieter than usual, these days
the birds vacant from my skies
the cold snow a reminder of change,
there to make sure i do not let the warm weather go to my head
i have been joining in with the silence as of late
finding truths not spoken yet understood in that hesitation
the distance growing further, deeper
as the sharp hunger pierces again
though i've grown accustomed to it
know it's sting like an old friend
treat it as such, as a welcome sensation of the Real
affirmation that That Happened
because sometimes, it's hard to remember clearly
the shifts are far too frequent
to give a perspective of Up or Down
and It hides in the back right of my head
causes me to squint to shut it out
my mind races to find something, anything to occupy
to take my mind off this thing that Is Not
and try to hold my breath for just a little longer,
my breath that i can see in the air
the air that is creeping steadily around me
enveloping me
it's hard to tell whether the lever is off, or just tricky
[sometimes it sticks, you know]
and so i sit, and wait, and push it again
...maybe the pellet will drop this time.
...maybe next time?
i dont know what to do but keep pushing
but it's getting colder out
and i'd better find shelter soon
this sun wont last
winter is coming
and i forgot to harvest when i could
caught up in the magic of the fall...
i can make it through with one more.
...please just let one more pellet drop.
...just one more.
please.
~*~
though it's quieter than usual
most things are quieter than usual, these days
the birds vacant from my skies
the cold snow a reminder of change,
there to make sure i do not let the warm weather go to my head
i have been joining in with the silence as of late
finding truths not spoken yet understood in that hesitation
the distance growing further, deeper
as the sharp hunger pierces again
though i've grown accustomed to it
know it's sting like an old friend
treat it as such, as a welcome sensation of the Real
affirmation that That Happened
because sometimes, it's hard to remember clearly
the shifts are far too frequent
to give a perspective of Up or Down
and It hides in the back right of my head
causes me to squint to shut it out
my mind races to find something, anything to occupy
to take my mind off this thing that Is Not
and try to hold my breath for just a little longer,
my breath that i can see in the air
the air that is creeping steadily around me
enveloping me
it's hard to tell whether the lever is off, or just tricky
[sometimes it sticks, you know]
and so i sit, and wait, and push it again
...maybe the pellet will drop this time.
...maybe next time?
i dont know what to do but keep pushing
but it's getting colder out
and i'd better find shelter soon
this sun wont last
winter is coming
and i forgot to harvest when i could
caught up in the magic of the fall...
i can make it through with one more.
...please just let one more pellet drop.
...just one more.
please.
~*~