The fog that hides the day as night retires, shades of sunlight grasping for purchase struggling in undulating swirls, hoping to find in ambiguity, some purpose.
The rising darkness from the depths of fire billowing into the night to throttle the stars, like open mouths cradling soundless screams or the profound words of a dead man’s memoirs.
The way a tree feels when bound to expire, stripped of all its lush extravagance the machinations of a world that brought it life, now turned to break it beneath those same elements.
The slow pyrotechnics of stagnant air’s attire sustained in sanguine starlight while time drifts away, held like the pot won in a game of marbles, careful hands celebrating their display.
The decisions we unearth in quagmire seeking more an end than a right or wrong, transfixed by distant familiarity the difference lost in the chorus of the song.
The way our histories resurface as satire courage marred by fear, the bold now timid and pale those truths that hide in the present revealed once pitted against the rest and placed on a scale.
The thoughts that in twilight give cause to perspire when the permanence of absence is paramount, trickling through the cracks in our confidence though it is only ourselves we need to surmount.
Things you should do before you go: – Love so deeply you cry yourself to sleep – be humbled as you watch your hero weep – give up on something you are not good at – make one attempt at “the aristocrats!” – teach a stranger how to do something new – teach them how to do it better than you – endanger yourself helping another – have a friend call you sister or brother – find your real family out in the wild – be accosted for acting like a child – break something that is irreplaceable – discover your goals are erasable – do nothing so long you are entertained – build worlds from the errant thoughts that remain – kill and bury yourself at least three times – forgive yourself of all your crimes – transcribe your mind into a work of art – share the words that are etched within your heart – lose yourself in a place you can’t pronounce – find yourself mirrored in someone who counts – tell someone you love deeply “goodbye” – be content enough with yourself to die.
Grow Gray With Me 