sometimes i stare down into the well of steps that lead me home.
wondering what would happen if i leaped for eternity into a blanket of hope.
one, two, three, four…etc.
the pain feels good either way you choose,
heart beats races like a horse on a mission.
sometimes i go the other way.
the way to hovercrafts into a block of cement that lead me home.
wondering what would happen if i pushed the button just for a moment alone.
a quiet place that’s home to a pin drop.
a forgotten world where existing is nothing.
a gasp of air is the remedy but all knowledge is out the window,
basking in the sunlight, taking in the scenery that tells us it’s heaven.
a knock on the skull from my friends on both sides
whispering sweet nothings into my ear which surpasses all thoughts.
but for a moment i was stuck in a moment asking…
is it bad?