I laid in bed, the blanket caressing my skin. I could hear you breathing
in, out, in, out. I lost count of your heartbeats in the verses of a song ever so quietly upon my ears. I lost myself in it all, my senses overflowed, and time was nothing but a thought for a moment. Then I awoke, the moment lost in a dream.
Another moment, lost. Repeating like a mantra before bed.
Pain is simply a process of learning,
still, I don't want you to hurt.
We wish to have loved and lived, and we wish to have died then to not have tried at all.
A piece of trash had this written on it in my dream last night.
I used to think with the snap of my fingers I changed the universe in that moment.
Now the years have passed and it feels as though it was all in the span of the snap of my fingers. Was it I that changed the universe, or the universe that changed me in the end?
I wouldn't call death a real comedian, more of a two bit clown. He rehearses the same punchline at your doorstep each day.
" life is a joke, take it away fellas."
Don't take it so seriously.
Life's a neverending game,
and god is a child that's waiting to be humored. Humor him with that broken up smile.
I carved your face into my memory
Your smile Your eyes Your laugh Your dimples All the things That once made me smile Now make me cry.