Light, and the Persistence Thereof

April Fox
i like the view from up here
and the sounds
jack white and dusty hill and maynard james keenan screaming
it all goes together
it's ok
it's never gonna catch me.

i used to be afraid up here
everything below me
what if you fall
what if you jump
what if you end up not dead but crippled
half a heart
lobotimized
no soul
crawling along with no hands
knees worn off from the carpet
nothing in your wake
cause there's nothing to bleed

could happen.

could crash tomorrow, fly through the air hit from behind by a flying shoe
or a helicopter
or an errant gust of wind
freakishly strong thanks to the terrain
and off you go, over the edge, no control
spinning as you fall
nothing to grab on to
dude that threw the shoe up there on the cliff laughing

but if not that
then electrocuted in the grocery store
stroke in your sleep
a bad batch of ground beef
or just nothing
sliding away into nowhere until you disappear

and who wants all that?
and how can i-
who believes in nothing-
put so much faith in a terrifying tomorrow
when i don't even think it's going to show up
anyway?

it's scary as hell up here
but i'm never coming down.

Published by April Fox

When she isn't writing for sites like livestrong and typef, April can usually be found with her head in a book, lying in the sun blowing bubbles, or perched near the stage listening to music and trying to av...  View profile

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