I�ve been thinking about you

As I lie awake on the side of the road

Men argue in a language I can�t understand

As cars quickly whisk by.

I am warm

But that just means my body temperature is at a comfortable 98.5 degrees.

For I am cold in many other ways

It was my cold bones, in dire need of warmth, that wrote these words

punched in your numbers

wiped the warm tears from my

���� quivering face

 

No one sees the true darkness until they have become hollow.

With a solid existence, the pain and sorrow is easily combated.

But my line of defense has been destroyed.

Emotions that I could topple with the slow graze of my hand across your back

Now infest my bloodstream

And life becomes a way to escape this

For I am no longer in the game

I have been ripped from the action and am now forced to watch from the sidelines

I am now living my life around the clock, once again.

I return to my life where I succumb myself to its powers

Instead of a life where I rise above it

And we fly, hand-in-hand, through the fourth dimension

But that was yesterday.

When my troubles seemed so far away.

After so much time with my eyes on the present scenery,

We have encountered a thunderstorm

And I gaze back into my sunny past

A past that makes today feel like nothing but a hangover that won�t go away.

I drink copious amounts of water, but the pain stays

What would I do for simply one more moment?

Can I put a price tag on those moments?

Is it worth millions of dollars?

����������������� Or a life?

True love has no boundaries and can never be calculated

Its importance and purity can only be mapped out with a continuous line.

But now, after a multi-dimensional life,

I feel like nothing but a point.

Destined to go nowhere

Should I fight it?

Or wait it out?

All I can do is take it one day at a time

As 40 slowly clicks to 39

18 April 2004