All Sorts of Daze
- duchess of scrawl
- Jun 18, 2017
- 2 min read
I’ve come across all sorts of days
The “stay-up-all-night-to-finish-homework” days
The “have-to-finish-this-chapter-oh-whoops-I-finished-now-what-do-I-do-with-my-life” days
The “drank-too-much-tea-I-can't-fall-asleep" days
The “didn’t-drink-enough-tea” days.
There were days I was free to do nothing so I did everything I could have dreamed of
Days I couldn’t afford to do nothing but went out of my way to do nothing anyways
There were days I spent practicing
Days I slept
Days I wept
Nights I spent pondering
Nights I dreamt
Nights I spent
Wasting away hours
Trying to think up a meaning for these four walls
And for this soul that wears this skin like this is all it’ll ever be.
There are days I wish would stop
Days when the excessive ticking of the clock can’t seem to drown out the internal one telling me that this is the end, even though I know the hours will go by without me.
I’ve spent days on messages that were never returned
There were days I just wish I could do-over
Because there are some hours we want to re-live
And some hours we want to re-start.
And it’s not “re-play from last save” out here
No matter how 3D our game consoles are
We live in a time called now
That is forever spent remembering before
And waiting for the after
And these three things stay strictly separate
Yet are connected such that one cannot exist without the others
And no matter how many times we mess up
We have to keep going
No matter how hard the fall
How bad the error
How painful it is to see the world fall away and leave you
Standing the in the midst of the now and not-yet
The consequence of choices made not only by you but every individual on the globe.
Watch every soul as they find their way back home.
There are days I want to apologize a hundred-fold
Days I want to tell everyone exactly what I think of them
Days I want them to hear my voice
Days I want them to forget it
But if midnight tonight
As the clock struck twelve
I vanished into the air
How would it be
A day without me?
r.k
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