Time Stops For No One

I write to you…

“I am falling apart
My skin
is running loose
Can you see this?
I am getting old and it
is
showing

the lines around my eyes
they are so thin
and fine

the assassins of the
passing years
no longer
hiding
they have
been
adept
bastards

I have been running
running
running

Yet no amount of diversion
is keeping
time’s
patient
and skilled
murderous
taskmasters
at bay”

You read my letter
chuckle lightly
for
my vanity
is amusing

“We All Age”

There is no one
to hear my
whimpering pleas

I wither and wisp away
dust settling
on the
eaves

The Bottom

Drowning
Gasping
Swallowing gulps of
Desolation

I had a life jacket
Ripped it off
Was so
Constricting

It kept me from swimming

Who knew

I just needed to keep afloat

Now
Sinking to
The Depths

Eyes glazing
over
Pulse slowing
Heart faltering

I will never
See
The Sun Rise
or Set
Again

I did this to myself

4/16/16

I have too many things going on in my head sometimes. Serious things, ridiculous things – all manner of subjects running around like sugar soaked toddlers, haphazardly and clumsily bumping into each other, making a high holy mess of all I have worked so hard to compartmentalize. And I am powerless to stop what has already begun.

When it’s over (it does eventually wear itself out) there goes everything. All my ideas, opinions, notions, deep introspections, flights of whimsical meandering musings – just trashed and laid out. Passed out amid the broken boxes of what I had once tucked away, never to be bothered with again.

But that happens. It happens all the time. And I am once again set to task with the cleanup of my mind. And this makes me moody. It is not something I can easily explain to my significant other. To my friends. Hell, to myself. I have tried… but the best I’ve come up with is, “My head is messy today.”

Today is not Messy. It is the Day After Messy. I assess, recalibrate the gears of my inner mechanics, and attempt to move forward again. The Day After, I am in a much better state of being. Happy, even. Or as close to happy as I can get. Maybe this makes sense, maybe it doesn’t.

Eh. Just trying to maintain a semblance of sanity. *wink wink*

My worn aging face
A topography of sorts
Where I’ve been
Where I’ve yet to go

Yet
This is where I am now.

X
You Are Here.

Let me just stop and rest for a spell.
I’m in no rush
For the next destination.