Continuum

i don't mind the

long slow grey

of days like this

creeping along the edges of the house

long live the queen

of melancholy blues

i tried my hand at talking

to myself

i bored myself into a deep

despair

i watched the blue sky melt away and tripped on

clouds and sacrificial

people trying much too hard

to try to fail

they told me

slow down

take a while to breathe

and i said slowing down

and breathing only make a life

prolonged

it only stretches out the miles

from life to death

slow grey clouds creeping

telling me that i'm okay

it's not my soul

it's everything

that's vile

and in the dark pale ruin

i find solace in the places in my

head where time

is gone

take in the long roads, curving back toward

bonfires and sun drenched bedrooms

pull them forward

now is everywhere.