and there’s nothing in it, so you ask yourself, “Where is my mind?”
And together there in a shroud of frost, the mountain air
Began to pass through every pane of weathered glass
And I held you closer
Waking up from vivid reoccurring dreams involving an enormous venus flytrap that would consume my car and the entirety of my family was the birth of my conscious being.
What begins as an unguarded train of thought slowly can become
An addiction to the slumber of disconnection
And the resonance of memory that no longer has a shape
But keeps you numb through the hours till gone is another day
We succeeded in taking that picture [from deep space], and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam.
If you rescue me,
I’ll be your friend forever.
Let me in your bed.
I’ll keep you warm in winter.
All the kitties are playing
And they’re having such fun.
I wish it could happen to me.
But if you rescue me
I’ll never have to be alone again.
If this is the life, why does it feel so good to die today.
Blue to gray.
Grow up and blow away.