What if you woke up and the world was no longer there? Its presence massacred by the reasoning everyone had to give up....surviving. What if the inside and outside of your legs orchestrate their thirst to run but you don't have the motivation to get up and try to see what's left.....What if you woke up and you weren't somewhere anymore, you were nowhere. And moments or centuries later, you're still here. Some force, some pithy barrier beneath your chest is on its way to break through and ask you why you aren't living to remember. Prompting your heart, probing your mind for a second chance at their stares, didn't the sun never break its tide then why are there no glances of sunlight on and within our eyes? I mean....mine. Sorry, " we " does not exist.
It's dark all day, [what is day?] no sense of time and I can't tell where I'm moving or if my muscles have any more reason for going on. It's like my soul is blind- no more guidance or voices of any shape and kind.
It's memory that is keeping me alive, a pulse inside this room possibly breathing silence like acrobats but wondering all the same how I ever got here. Did I just wake up to numbness or was this a destined entrance.
I remember what it means to start over, wipe off your feet on a clean, cold pale slate you can't really see too well, but know there was something....someone before this.
I remember creating your nameless gravestone, listening for traces of perfume from your melodies yet thinking- maybe I wasn't worthy enough for your [the world's] remembrance.
~Wrote this as slam poetry/spoken word.~ it's still a rough draft, I wrote it in one day but I may edit it later, just had to put this thought out there.
