Scribbled Thoughts

Little glimpse into your

movements to quell

the mystery

of your life without

my presence.

Would they be the same

if I did not exist

in your world?

Have I shaped you

as a person

or squashed you

into submission?

What about me?

Was I always

meant to be this?

Trick of affection,

trick for attention.

Trick of reminder,

trick for confiner.

Sweet nectar

that helps deny sleep,

something that should be avoided

-listen to your body!-

but one you need

to earn the right to breathe,

afford the right to exist.

Obligatory greetings,

enquiries, statements,

then a vague promise to return

as they disappear,

talking to someone they

have more in common with

until your time is over

and there’s only a moment

when you pass on the stairs

to remember them by.

A trickle invading,

attempting to start a spark

that will harm

but shock you

into life or death,

and you have to decide

which one you want.

First selection

for the fresh

beginning of time,

where the second choices

of yesterday can be forgotten

and forgiven,

and you can be

positive again.

Disillusioned from fantasy

at the perfect life

perfect job

perfect moment

and place to belong

and be at peace.

Does it really exist?

Or will it always be so fleeting,

caught in small moments

that you are forced to treasure

because of their rareness.

The convenience of watching

the light turn off

and not pressing it alive,

allowing it to grow cold,

die

so that when it’s needed

there’s nothing left to use.