Woke this morning, shaving...

gazing at the foam that drifts silently upon the water...

My ****** reflection gets caught up in a haze from the steam..

a small taste of rust comes across my lips.
I see small crimson clouds explode on the surface of the water...

And sometimes i wish i exploded with them..

One bright flash for a moment... my full potential all gone in one blow...
With nothing left to bury... Just disperse like the fog...

But it is hard..... Leaving those behind, that will be crushed by your demise... You do it for them...

You do it... because you never know...

Luck might finally lie just around the corner...

Maybe luck is not for you...

Maybe you and I....

Will spend our lives wondering when we can finally climb out of our shallow graves and breathe again..

When we finally swim back to the surface and breathe...

While i hang above my sink, shaving...

I wish i could be that drop of blood...

simply disperse in the water.. not a trace to be found...

Sometimes i wish i was the water....

The colorless void that absorbs all it touches and yet changes nothing...

Unmoved, unchanged.. forever stagnant...


But you refrain from such things... not completely for yourself

but those you'd leave behind...

And in realizing so you have already found a reason to stay...

And shave your doubts away...

You must be strong and steel yourself....

pain is the best learner...

And yes the thoughts do submerge from time to time...

but do not let them be the wind that blows your sails..

Yet....

Sometimes i wish i was that drop of blood...

So i could leave everything behind

and finally get some sleep..

to please my weary mind.