FIVE more days//please go by fast.
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Limit
There are those days when I feel up so high.
Days when I feel as though I’m on top of the world.
Days where I feel though nothing can bring me down.
Then…
Days like these come along.
I haven’t felt like this in a while… maybe I’ve grown so accustomed to feeling so content. Feeling so secure?
Maybe it’s reality. Reality smacking me in the face: “Where have you been? You had to come back down here sometime.”
Days like these make me feel so small. I’m not good enough. Nothing I do is EVER good enough. Failure? I don’t know.
I look around me and it seems as though everybody else is moving fast pace, no stopping, no breaks, full speed ahead…
And here I am. Standing still, slow motion… maybe no motion at all.
Maybe I haven’t achieved alot in my life. Maybe I just get lucky at times. Maybe this is all I have to offer.
Maybe I have reached my limit.
It’s 3:30
& I’m still awake. I’m gonna force my eyes shut. Where’s the tape?
No one ever likes falling asleep angry, it just ruins your next morning. Looks like my morning’s gonna be bad tomorrow.
Question; Are you afraid of death? Not of your own, but of someone else’s.
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| — | If so, how do you approach it? |
