we live on a dying planet,
where phone chargers keep
us together and
late night conversations
are entirely possible.

we live in a place where
our bodies are made of star dust and
water,
and we stuff ourselves with
toxin covered
pictures, people, words.

there will be a day,
someday soon i think,
when we tear apart our seams
and destroy the only thing that
seemed to bear us,

and we will be nothing but
dead phones and
silent voices.

but
our websites will be somewhere
and
our words will be forever.

How astounding would it be
If there were infinite copies of me?
In one universe I’d be a loquacious politician,
While in another, a reclusive mathematician.
So many possibilities, so many paths to take;
One decision can alter the course of my fate.

Have you ever wondered how life would’ve changed
If you hadn’t overslept and had your day rearranged?
Or that time when you had the choice to make that trip
But opted not because your grandmother was sick?
Would you have met the love of your life?
Or be mauled by a bear during your hike?
You could’ve been inspired to pursue another career…
How baffling that a single choice has the power to steer
Your life in distinct directions,
Making more and more connections.

A network of probability with no limitations, with no bounds --
It’s a mystery of how that choice could’ve turned your life around.  
Could’ve, would’ve, should’ve are merely illusions,
Seize the day, or you’ll be caught up in delusions.
Maybe it’s consoling to believe
That another you had the courage to dream.  

But surely it doesn’t have to be that way.
This reality is yours to form, where only you have a say.

I decided that you and me
Can't be an us
You are not like me
And though, once upon a time our differences attracted each other, it united us to become one
I can't no longer live with this fact
You're the old me
Selfish, immature, dramatic, impatient, unable to love yourself
My counselor told me that we do this thing where we don't allow ourselves to see the truth until we are ready
I honestly don't know how ready I am to have days and nights without you
But I do know that I am ready for long hours of meditation, alone
For days and nights, alone
Allowing myself to grow
Allowing myself to fall, to learn
To love me, to appreciate me
I just hope that you as well grow, that the hate that you feel towards me becomes what it was before, love...
-S.A.M.M