the word of the day is—
I—saw a film the other night.
violence, people seem O.K with it
I do not understand.
I am not too young, and I am not very old at all.
I look around myself, see my world, eyes open
I admit, I separate myself from most of it, all the people
but I notice things, I do.
We’re all still growing up
some a lot faster than others.
growing up…pulled towards the sky
ascending stairs, we are drawn, perhaps.
Something about fear the other night
people were afraid of death mostly,
losing loved ones, everything they cared about.
I’ve always been afraid of suddenly realizing
nothing is real after all.
the egg blue sky out my open window
red leaves shedding from solemn oak trees
ready to shed, my old guise.
inhale, you’re halfway there
you don’t know if you’ll be stopped dead in your tracks tomorrow—
you never know, do you?