We cut people up. We move on. We don't have time to worry about the blood, death, or the way people feel.

A crisp new sheet of paper
My favorite color pen

A bright white screen
A cursor waiting on me

Starting out with Dear
My cursive scrawl on the page

Dude!
Some clinical font

Proper use of grammar
The love and care showing on the page

Unintelligible words
Carelessly tossing the conversation to the side

Elegant phrases
Sealing these words with a sigh and a kiss

Send
Now what was I doing?

A stamp and an address

A tangle of binary code

The rush of exhilaration upon receiving

The annoyance of another buzz

The excitement of knowing that somebody cares

The annoyance that the mystery is gone

Which do you choose?

I once was brilliant.
Words flowed freely through my mind down my arms, to my paper...
To the world.
Ambition.
I knew that I would be a doctor, a life saver, a game changer.
A disease curer.
Curiosity.
It fueled me, freed me, lifted me.
A spark in the dark.
Literature.
It lured me, transported me, made me an addict of the wordsmith.
A literary scholar.
Life.
It derailed me, impaled me, stole my thunder.
A reminder that plans always change.

How nice it is to feel the zen
When you fall in love with your family again

Leaving behind the shadow
of rationalization’s unfulfilled
promise to enter the world
of eternities chaotic
illumination
Nothing eternal is stagnant
and nothing vibrant truly
dies.
Flies gather on the corpses
of unrealized potential
while inertia winds ever
faster into oblivion’s
indifferent lair.

Live
Exist
Be

There is nothing else...

dog bites man;
man bites back

dog turns round
faces the man
and dog barks:
"Do not bite -
it is not man nature;
besides, your canines
are not sharp
Now I will bite again
where it hurts most
so you'll never forget
dog nature"

dog bites man;
man runs
like a match-stick man