What It Is

It's another day

It's a sunny day

It's a day at the lake with the aunts and uncles

It's a day where the moon stood still and

held it's rays.

It's a day I don't want to touch again

It's a day that makes my hands tremble in

anticipation.

 

I loved those days, but hated

them too.

 

I loved the aunts and the uncles, but

hated them too.

 

I want to grow up, but I don't want to die

alone, forever embibing in my

drink, forever escaping reality, forever

knowing what could have been.

 

Low self-esteem? What is it?

Is it lying in your bed at 3 AM, wishing it was

12 AM so you could have a few extra hours of peace, of

love, of survival, of the drug I call

escapism, of the moment between sleep and dream and awake

that you never want to leave?

It's a drug, it cures it all, it is the

sun when the moon won't leave you alone,

it's the end, it's the bomb, it's nothing, but the

Mind.

Reviews

[Kees Kapteyn]

This looks like the existential crisis of someone who is facing a change in age, like the transition from childhood to adulthood. It looks like the narrator is living outside of the moment and worrying about a big picture that is too much to handle. All I would say to this person is "They say don't sweat the small stuff, but don't sweat the really big stuff either." The moon will always shine at night and try its best to shine into the day, and the sun will always come- that's eternity. Look at where you are and enjoy it, pare your life down to what matters. : )

[Jason Henry]

i'm gonna have to agree with the previous reviewer...sounds like some life crisis. it sounds familiar...i can really relate to this...thanks for sharing