So in between the snow falling again and me realizing that the Pope has the umbrella corporation symbol from Resident Evil on each of his shoulders, it’s been just another morning. I have to pile into a load of coursework and a post on Teen Skepchick about what glass is made of, but I’ll make a pit stop here to refuel.
I cherish those moments, before I think.
The breathless momentum of nagging thought.
Before my obsession, oblivion.
Takes over my mind-state, my fear taut.
Couldn’t bare to confess, I can’t admit,
A mortal confusion, haunts me, persists.
The feeling that breaks you, I can’t be rid,
No force on this earth, no, nothing assists.
I get it, it’s fleeting, tell me the truth.
Has it never scared you, that it’s so stark?
a flicker in the eye of the cosmos,
a second of light, for lifetimes of dark.