barely functional

sore body, drained spirit, mind in a fog

long day, with longer coming

saw the sights, killed the lights, lying on so soft bed with nothing but thoughts

the mirror is situated in a way that when i move I am startled by the movement back

the sounds of the highway soothe, so many people going about their lives

no matter where you are the world keeps flying by

it is humbling to know it doesn’t move around you, the things you cherish, the ones you love, all have purpose whether you are there or not

long after we are gone it just keeps spinning

i want to leave a mark before i am gone, an indelible something that lives on

but i would be content in the knowledge my words did something for someone, that somewhere the pain and triumph meant another knew they weren’t alone

it helps the quiet moments like these when i feel so small, so insignificant in the grand scheme

maybe i am right where i need to be, doing what i should be

airing my broken parts to this electron induced reality

pining for one that will never be, almost was, could have, should have, would have if i had been enough, my thoughts, my heart, my everything

am i here or am i the reflection, is this the mirror and the loneliness is because my truth is not looking into the glass

is he out there kissing her in another dimension, one where i only catch glimpses of life

has his words helped shape the world he thrives in while i flounder with these half baked thoughts

if i stare hard enough can i will myself into that place

move from this shadow zone into a world of vibrancy and hope

be more than just an empty after image

be my own dream come true

i wonder

what if