This is the first day of my life.

Everything is mediocre, it can so easily just “be”. Everything can so easily just float, like it has no purpose, no direction, it just “is”.

I don’t want to shuffle through my life. Dreaming of well spent days, now wasted memories. Thinking up words to place into phrases that will make him hold onto the way our fingers locked on that wet December night. The way we held onto each other’s stories like they were our own heartbeats. With every laugh and every shy smile, how we fell; fell deeper and deeper into our own tortured little fates.

We are forever twisted. Tied and held down by the words we’ll never say.

Everything is too dangerous. But nothing? Nothing hurts.



Filed under Brain Poetry

3 responses to “This is the first day of my life.

  1. Andrew Dicks

    Please see the blog – “Introduction” at the following site (long since abandoned unfortunately) where I tried to express my need (at age 50) to start setting daily goals to skew the ‘natural balance life’ more positively.

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