I want to make dinner
I want to cook meat
and vegetables
and bake bread
then
I want to break bread
laugh and eat and talk
perhaps play cards
around a long, loud
darkwood dining table.
why
does that feel
like such a wild dream?
I want to make dinner
I want to cook meat
and vegetables
and bake bread
then
I want to break bread
laugh and eat and talk
perhaps play cards
around a long, loud
darkwood dining table.
why
does that feel
like such a wild dream?
Our stories are related
but they are different
the point of telling my story
is not to drown out the sound of yours
so I never raise my voice
my presence was never meant
to cast a shadow on you
so I always stand to the side
but the point of telling my story
is to tell
MY
story
it is your responsibility
to tell yours
so one day when you can tell your story
without screaming it
like trying to silence mine,
perhaps I can stand in your light
without fading away
like I am just a shadow.
In a winter storm
everything looks so
clean
even the sun
can't help but take a peek,
and watch the droplets sparkle.
it isn't fair.
all I've ever asked for
is quiet
dim lighting
simple flavors
a couple good friends
maybe something of a family
the only thing
I've ever wanted
is peace
but every day
(surrounded by garrish noise,
all these colors crammed together,
all this bitter, scalding shit I'm forced to swallow,
all these people I'm supposed to want to impress,
everything adding up to an audience,
betting against me,
waiting for me to tap out)
I wake up fighting.
I am not a fighter
I am tired
and it isn't fair
but
tapping out...
I am no coward,
and I know a few people
who bet on me
so
I fight.
Maybe,
I need a pill
to silence the voices
and help my heart beat steady
and let my mind race only against itself
instead of the whole world
maybe there would be
peace in my mind
for the first time
if I took a pill.
Maybe,
I take the pill
and my heartbeat becomes curcuitry
and these words that flow
from my veins to the page
lay still
and I forget how the sunlight feels
on my skin after stepping
out of the darkness
I've come to respect...
Maybe
I need a pill...
but there's a chance
that this heart
falls silent
either
way.