The Stillness

I walk down the streets at night
Almost alone, almost afraid to breathe
Afraid to ruin the only stillness
I'll ever know

I stomp down the street
To a steady rhythm
My four in the morning
Theme song

I gaze at the little houses
With the little lives
Resting inside

And it blows my f*****g mind
That everyone lays down at night
So sure that they will wake
In the morning

I wonder if everyone is so blind
Or simply in an insanely
Deep state of denial

How can we go on existing
Pretending that everything we know,
Everything,
Isn't temporary?

Because, honestly
None of this is real,
It never was.

But it's only a thought,
And I'm only on a walk.


Nothing more, nothing less.

So I let the world
Go on pretending,
While I shut my eyes,
Astonished that I'm still breathing.

Reviews

[Richielee]

I often go for walk and wonder about why humans do certain things and the meaning of it all, this little glimpse into the thoughts of a walking pondering are delightfully interesting and provoke questions,nicely done Sarah :)))

[Judy Ponceby]

Wow Sarah! This is very well done. I like the image of you stomping down the street pondering people's faith in their own continued existence. Excellent imagery :)