Days pass like a bullet.
No warning.
Straight to the chest.
Eyes wide, fixed on the blue sky
as time stretches—
dilates—
runs faster than I can follow.
Where did the good days go?
The warmth of the sun
that used to rest on my face
Like it knew me?
My body sinks into sharp grass.
Still.
Heavy.
Unmoving.
My mind drifts—
dark space, endless—
searching for something cosmic,
something strong enough
to rip my soul out,
spin it through a vacuum,
reborn again
and again
for billions of years.
You are a star.
So why don’t I stand in front of a mirror
and say it?
Why don’t I take the bullet—
risk everything—
for a second chance at living?
Instead, I surrender to gravity.
Maybe it’s an illusion.
Maybe not.
The Earth grips me anyway,
claims my body,
keeps me here.
I do not move.
What are you afraid of?
The mind asks.
And for one honest moment,
The answer arrives:
to be better.
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 2:18 PM UTC
Days pass like a bullet.
No warning.
Straight to the chest.
Eyes wide, fixed on the blue sky
as time stretches—
dilates—
runs faster than I can follow.
Where did the good days go?
The warmth of the sun
that used to rest on my face
Like it knew me?
My body sinks into sharp grass.
Still.
Heavy.
Unmoving.
My mind drifts—
dark space, endless—
searching for something cosmic,
something strong enough
to rip my soul out,
spin it through a vacuum,
reborn again
and again
for billions of years.
You are a star.
So why don’t I stand in front of a mirror
and say it?
Why don’t I take the bullet—
risk everything—
for a second chance at living?
Instead, I surrender to gravity.
Maybe it’s an illusion.
Maybe not.
The Earth grips me anyway,
claims my body,
keeps me here.
I do not move.
What are you afraid of?
The mind asks.
And for one honest moment,
The answer arrives:
to be better.
