Sunday, October 2, 2016

Addicted

Solitude is a dangerous drug.
It works in reverse.
Killing you at first.
Bringing you down
To your very knees.
But stay alone for long enough...
And you begin to love it.
To the point where you begin to think...
You'll never need someone else,
To make you feel whole again.
But do you see the flaws
In the plan, my friend?
Solitude is still a drug.
And you're addicted.
A strange, lonely, dangerous drug.

Monday, January 25, 2016

If There Was One Thing I Could Do…

I’d spin around. Counterclockwise. Till my feet hurt.
Till every muscle in my body screamed out in pain.
Till my legs threatened to detach from the rest of me, and run off the face of the galaxy.
Till every bit of energy was drained from my being.
And then some more.

Till each turn I took robbed the planet of just a little bit of angular momentum.
Slowing its spin the tiniest bit.
Lengthening the night.
Drawing out longer afternoons.
Dragging out the longest sunsets.
Pushing back the dawn.

Giving me a little more time here.

With You.