I’ve been thinking about you

As I lie awake on the side of the road

Men argue in a language I can’t understand

As cars quickly whisk by.

I am warm

But that just means my body temperature is at a comfortable 98.5 degrees.

For I am cold in many other ways

It was my cold bones, in dire need of warmth, that wrote these words

punched in your numbers

wiped the warm tears from my

     quivering face

 

No one sees the true darkness until they have become hollow.

With a solid existence, the pain and sorrow is easily combated.

But my line of defense has been destroyed.

Emotions that I could topple with the slow graze of my hand across your back

Now infest my bloodstream

And life becomes a way to escape this

For I am no longer in the game

I have been ripped from the action and am now forced to watch from the sidelines

I am now living my life around the clock, once again.

I return to my life where I succumb myself to its powers

Instead of a life where I rise above it

And we fly, hand-in-hand, through the fourth dimension

But that was yesterday.

When my troubles seemed so far away.

After so much time with my eyes on the present scenery,

We have encountered a thunderstorm

And I gaze back into my sunny past

A past that makes today feel like nothing but a hangover that won’t go away.

I drink copious amounts of water, but the pain stays

What would I do for simply one more moment?

Can I put a price tag on those moments?

Is it worth millions of dollars?

                  Or a life?

True love has no boundaries and can never be calculated

Its importance and purity can only be mapped out with a continuous line.

But now, after a multi-dimensional life,

I feel like nothing but a point.

Destined to go nowhere

Should I fight it?

Or wait it out?

All I can do is take it one day at a time

As 40 slowly clicks to 39

18 April 2004