Minute or Mile
There are no translations for the moments between milestones and stepping stones.
the rush of chaos held within your fragile hands
climbing quickly past 99 miles an hour
with nothing but two pathetic rings of rubber and 3 gallons of gasoline underneath you
as cars, semi trucks, and the psychopaths you call brother weave between death and the highway
You're 40 years old and this...
is not enough
you will seek more.
The delusional confusion waking up with tubes and wires sticking out of and plastered over your once perfectly complete and functional carcass
while the pain becomes more efficient than a human could endure
but just enough to hear your family say "you have to hit the button"
not in time to disrupt your visit to the other side
uninvited
You're 30 years old and this...
is not enough
you seek more.
The unadulterated collision of emotions as she stares wildly right through you,
causing tears to drench your neck and your heartbeat to reverberate so loud
you barely hear the doctor
"ONE MORE PUSH AND HE IS HERE!"
now everything you know changed forever in a hospital room
you feel true love for the first time in your life
You're 20 years old and this
is not enough...
you seek more.
So many miles
So few minutes.
Slim C.















