and realized I was pushing through air.
Pushing past molecules and dust towards the night.
I looked outside and realized my own mortality, piggybacked on a metal frame attached to wheels.
Like a patient in the hospital worried about the doctorspeak outside the hallway I heard the air whip like language telling me I would die one day.
I opened a book and read this is normal. Humancondition... not to worry. And we shall overcome.
My head tells me I'm not so sure.
My heart tells me to look into others as no one looks into mine.
I look inside and tell her she is beautiful.
Not in the commercial fake esteem boost.
Not in the commercial reality therof.
Not in textbook paradigm way.
Not in the cop out falsed feigning compliment... half truthed,
but
Beautiful.
Even if she didn't visualize it herself.
I lay down tonight
and shall see tomorrow what daydream nightlife/daylife nightdream may come.
