Without reflection

I cannot exist without feeling guilty that I exist, but do not live.

Oh, what I would give to be a child again, where my biggest problem was an untied shoe lace and biggest decision was choosing what color crayon to use on my school drawing; when more of the world was in front of me, not behind.

In time, a person thins into memory, becoming shards of themselves, living only as the versions others remember.

I am paralyzed. A thousand bees fill my mouth and cling to the inside of my lips like the sides of a glass jar. I don’t dare move or speak, lest I wish to get stung; the swarm inside me hums, threatening to take over my body.

Ever have a dream that feels so real when you wake up, you just want to lie with your eyes closed, desiring, yearning for the dream to become reality?

A man who has nothing to live for is capable of everything.

If the words you spoke appeared on your skin, would you like what you saw?

The ink splashes as the rain submerges somber faces. Bleak clouds, placate decolate minds.  As the leaves wither, fall - decay.

She asked him, with the stars of the universe twinkling in her eyes: What is loneliness? He ponders and after reflecting on his own life experiences he says: “To greave something… or not love anything enough to miss it when it’s gone.”