Breakfast eaten hours past noon

I could travel the world if

I used stress as fuel

And even if it all was a myth

I'd never give up life

Just for the sake of silence

Flutters of wind

Music pounding down spines,

Metallic glitter brushed across eyelids

Counting down backward from nine

Diving into lukewarm swimming pools

On overcast afternoons,

Laughter, sadness and striking emotion

Strolling beneath blank skies and full moons

So what's it worth, the price of life?

Sadness, screams and decay

I'd give up everything

Heart, soul and body 

If just to live for another day

Take me to the edge of night

Chase me with shadows, and grief

I may forget the look of light

I may sob, 

and fall

and weep,

But I will never––ever––forget 

The look of sleepless dreams 

And numbing dead

Without knowing what it feels like

To live. 

–––

A/N:

Hello :)

Originally, this poem was going to be another depressing vent. But then it turned into something else. And I kind of like it. 

Lots of introspection lately. Both painful and enlightening––all tiring, but I've been told it'll be worth it in the end. 

Take care of yourself. Dream nice things.

Always, 

- Mad