It watched, it came.
My death began at my birth.

i want you to tell
me that none of this
matters,
that one day i will
be okay, someday soon
i'll forget about pain

sometimes i explain things to people i shouldn't talk to,
-like how sometimes my mind lags
and my vision and breathing go with it
and it is difficult to think of reality-
and then i remember who i'm talking to
(remember it's not you)
and the look on their faces makes me laugh.
their stare makes me think maybe i am crazy,
i like talking to you because you are real
and you don't make me feel crazy,
even when i might sound crazy

bright midday sun rays
burnished the bush countryside
in a shining wink

To Forget Something is Easy,
but losing Someone is Hard.




*© Pax