My eyes sway to the left, so they may catch a glimpse of the comfort in your soul.
Paused is this moment in time; for just a few seconds I am able to see right into you.
silence filling the room with our wordless conversations.
You have taken over my thoughts – have I made it into yours?
Tonight I stare with the desire to know more;
know who you are,
know who you think I am,
and know where we are.
My eyes shoot forward, being kicked back into reality.
– 75 beats per minute –
6:47 AM: the sun rises as my feet drop down onto the carpet.
7:50 AM: volume reads “max” as I pull out of my driveway.
9:00 AM: an enthusiastic “hello!” echoes through the room as I’m approached by my target.
. . . . . . . . .
5:15 PM: volume reads “max” as I pull away from the labor of my day.
5:18 PM: lyrics touch me in a way that’s almost karmic.
Time no longer exists.
Every sound, every feel, every sense, stuck in a world of grey.
And then there’s you.
– 115 beats per minute –
7:06 PM: my eyes glued to your words as if they need to be guarded.
7:16 PM: all of my attention on the 4 inch display, just waiting for you to play.
9:45 PM: no words. no symbols. no activity. Just as you’ve done to my heart, I’ve done to these feelings of today, discarded.
– 60 beats per minute –
Glass half full.
Look to the left – bottle empty.
Look to the right – going for round two.
I’m falling behind.
Tilt my head back and now it’s empty.
Quick, catch up on round two.
Three down, but they’re still going.
Don’t stop until you’re caught up.
The world spins.
Faces blend together.
Let’s stop before it’s too late.
Look to the left.
Look to the right.
They’re still going, so why put up a fight?
A smile, a laugh, an unforgotten path.
Images played, again and again.
To remind me or to be taunting?
Is it better to rewind,
Or move forward on a new path that’s been designed?
It’s an endless cycle of self resurrection and self-doubt.
I smile, I laugh, and I focus on this new path.
Take me by the hand, but only for the night.
My heart will not speak to you,
For opening that red, bloody door is too much of a fight.
For only this one night, your physical feelings will suffice.
I call for you on this quiet night.
Please come mask the emptiness I feel, for only this one night.
You’ve been kind to my guarded door.
I’ve asked little of you,
but you’ve delivered more.
Your company was nice,
But I prefer to sit alone, on this empty floor.
Your heart is racing.
Your body is shaking.
The grey gravel catches your eyes.
They close tight, for you are not ready to see the end.
You are not ready to give up.
Why did you jump?
The gravel is now inches from you.
It’s your last chance to face it all, to be strong.
Your eyes open.
The grey cotton sheets catch you.
Tomorrow is here.