Has it been two weeks
? I don’t know where they went, anymore. Perhaps a few days
passing, but not half a moon
I can’t tell if my quality-of-life
is fluctuating, or just my moods. I’m content at the moment, not without wanting
, but happy. The world is warm, and there’s some simple joy to be found in cola
, cold pizza
, and a cigarette
and I are not at odds, there is no looming crisis.
And yet I feel it will not last
. I can hardly help but blame myself.
It is that scene in a movie where there is a beat
, a breath
, and green grass
. It is nearing dusk, and night has not yet fallen.
I will hold the sun in the sky, if I must.
Even with blistered skin
and blackened bones
, I would give all my possessions for another moment of this.