Being sick is always sucky, especially when it’s your stomach and intestines
Listing there aimlessly, hoping for the internal torment to subside
And yet all you can do is moan and hope for a break in your condition
How many times can you count the bathroom tiles?
Never was he farther away physically from her
Every day he felt that emptiness when he woke up
And no matter how many times he got to call her, it was never enough
Reaching his decision, he booked his flight. Money is great, but being there was priceless
All of Jessie’s life could be seen in the lines engraved into his face
They told of the many laughs and smiles, the tears and anger, written throughout the years
Looking in the mirror, he reminisced a life lived hard
As he traced those wrinkles, he wondered about the upcoming Botox injection and smoothing it all over
Soul searching if he really wanted to lose that history… Jessie left with his map intact
Many hands make the chore light
And that was his philosophy through life
Reaching out with his hands to help all those he could
Keeping to this up even as he passed, so many came to celebrate him, it made his passing easier.
How many times can you do the same thing
And do you get the wanted dopamine hit for each?
Bet it is a series of diminishing returns
It should make you want to do it even less
That would be nice, but no, you crave want more
So you do it again, well, because…
Coming violently together was their usual M.O.
Obliterating everyone and everything around them with such a release of energy
Love contains almost limitless potential energy waiting to be continuously released, but…
Lust was a poor substitute with so many limits
It would be expended so quickly in a blink of an eye
Deforming each of their spirits, leaving permanent dents therein
Eventually becoming as cold as the void that remained.
Watch the way the world unfolds around you.
One thing leading to another in a vast circle of reality.
Notice how each piece is interlinked with so many other pieces.
Down to the knowledge that a star had to die to create the matter that makes you.
Ever sit there and just contemplate all that?
Realize that that feeling of awe is as normal as breathing, that you are a …
Looking at his sandwich, he wondered if there was a better way
Unless sliced bread was the height of sandwich technology
Now he pulled out notebook and began drawing diagrams and writing notes
Completing one design before discarding it for the next, and after some time many pages were filled with scribbles
However, soon the clock told him to go back to work, and the sandwich was still there, taunting him
So far much can you handle today?
Perhaps it is one or two more than yesterday
Or maybe it is a half dozen less
Or maybe you threw them all in the wash and need to sit out a bit
Nobody can tell you how many you have at your disposal
So do what you can and know that it’s okay
All of you have questions
So many of you will never utter them though
Knowing you would not embrace the answers