Up, after a night long comatose, I’m finally awake.
Blurred eyesight indicating my dependency in glasses.
A fainted breath of disappointment indicates my dependency in companionship.
But the day doesn’t wait and so I have to get up.
Music
A new song that I can’t get out of my head, I listen to
the words and connect, I’m sympathetic.
That explains the choice of an upbeat song,
I let the song lead me elevate my mood almost magically (or Prozaclly).
Should I stop using Music as my drug?
Dependency is always bad, almost always.
As I listen to the Music, I think of You.
You? Of all the people, the one who is least
connected, least relevant, You stir no feelings,
No emotions, just a memory in my mind, dry conversations.
With an obvious outcome.
Wonder? I wonder no more, not for you.
Not for who you are, I don’t care enough.
I have seen the wave at its highest,
Why should I stay and watch it crash?
I feel pride when I see me changing.
Any change is welcome, to push me further away
from the me you use to know, as if I should
be ashame of that person, and no matter how
I’ll change, any change is for the better... further.