Yes.

I feel the urge to write or to draw – do something creative. But when I put my pencil to the paper nothing came out. Everything was stuck in my head. Nothing would move my hand no matter how vivid the pictures got no matter how strong the idea my hand stayed placed in the center of the page as I pressed harder and harder at the paper I felt the lead of the pencil compressing in to small graphite piles around the once sharp point. I looked at the piles grow till the lead suddenly snapped and scattered the graphite across the paper.



I put the leadless pencil down
and threw my sketch book to the floor.



I swallowed.

I couldn't think I just sat there with a blank glare on my face 'What's the point in all this?' I asked my self aloud 'What's the point in life?'

In the past 24 hours I realized I couldn't do anything right if my life depended on it. In the past 24 hours I made a new friend but lost one that was a lot closer to me, one that was my lifeline.



Usually when someone says 'pull the plug' it's the end for someone or something. The tangled mess of cords plugged in to the wall overloaded in outlets with extensions holding more three pronged holes filled with more cords.

Where to start? Where do you start pulling them out? Do you rip them all out fast or do you take your time pulling each one out to see what part you just disconnected from you're life? Do you go for the main plug – do you dare to end it all?

The human body can live five minutes with out air – but at the three minute mark you have already sustained permanent brain damage. You can only live without certain life sustaining things so long before you can't go back. Love is one of them. You can't live with out love – you can deny you love but you can't live with out it.



If you love someone its like the most painful detoxification you're body will ever go though to let them go. The strongest withdrawals you're body will ever have to face. No drug is stronger – no drug can last longer – no drug can haunt you like love can. They don't have an AA meeting for love, there are no 7 steps to a love free life, there's no cure for a broken heart.



We might find a cure for cancer and AIDS – but there will never be a cure for a broken heart. No mass of duct tape, staples, or band aids can stop the bleeding you feel. The internal bleeding you feel as it runs down to the pit of you're stomach making it hard to eat and as it runs down to you're feet making them heavy as lead weights just so you cant walk away – there is no cure.



You can pull all the plugs out of the wall; you can pull everyone's plugs out but you can't stop people from loving. Even when you're dead, I believe some how we still love and we still feel the pain we died with. Truthfully I don't believe there is an escape from pain and I know for a fact you can't run away from it. No matter how fast you are – no matter who you are, you can't run away from your fears and you most certainly can't run away from your pain. You can choose to shut every one and everything out but it won't help. The only way to move on is to mind what you have broken. The only way to try and fix broken heart is with time. There's no miracle pill for anything, noting can be fixed instantly – nothing.



You still have time to plug those cords back in. What you had might be terminally damaged but even so life will still flow through them. Apologize for mistakes you've made; later on in life you'll want to and not have the chance. No day is predictable – no day is relievable or redo able. You can't go back in time but you can ask for forgiveness; not everyone will forgive you – but what matters is you tried.



Love too much, laugh too hard and forgive. You have one life to live – don't spend it holding a grudge. Love is like air – you can't live with out it.



So my advice to you all is
Breathe in deep.


And exhale.



Your life starts here.
 

Reviews

[Todd Rose]

I really liked this piece. It almost seemed to exist in an odd little borderland halfway between poetry and prose. The imagery of the plugs was simply wonderful and I liked the way it tied back in at the end. I also think Yes is the perfect title for this piece . . . it really captures the hope, the faith, the will to go on no matter what.

[Michael Glass]

I like this style of writing, where you write down all your thoughts in an endless typing spree. I assume that's what's going on here? If not, call me an iiot and I'll be on my way.

[Orlando Murcia]

Nicely done, I loved this story you also made some good points, Great work, Orlando

[Michael Blair]

Nonsensical teenage musings � that's all I could think about while reading. The title made the piece seem interesting, but after I finished the last sentence, I had a bitter taste in my mouth.

Fifteen years from now you will read this piece again and say, "What the hell was I thinking?"