How it starts.

Someone Keeps Hitting the Restart Button (Parts 1 + 2) [October 24th 2007]

In one month it will be my 21st birthday.
In one week my parents will be here to move me.
In one hour I will be hungry.
In one minute I will be figity.
In two hours I will be anxious.
In two minutes I will change my mind.
In one second I will set you free.
Breathe.
One month ago I was having the time of my life.
One week ago I was growing up.
One hour ago I was walking in the rain.
One minute ago I was starting this poem.
Two hours ago I was never as tired as when I was waking up.
Two minutes ago I was frustrated.
One second ago I let go.
Let go.
Breathe.
One long hard year.
Just one in a line of infinity.
A cloudy day and face like stone.
Anxiety freezing to the bone.
Why care about the light?
We bend and bend.
Now break.
Breathe.
Let go.
Why should I care what month it is?
When you stare me down with all sorts of questions.
Well, I guess today is a good day.
Why remember why I was so sad before.
Time to forget about the drudgery.
Old dirty shoes.
Drink and drown with the windows wide open.
I can’t remember why I believed in time before.
It’s time to forget because we are as eternal as we chose.
Now, rejoice.
Let go.
Breathe.
Today is a good day.

~ by AM on 24/10/2007.