Limitless

 Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don't know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life. It's that terrible precision that we hate so much. But because we don't know, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.”
― Paul Bowles

 

 

Theta Code

Goosebumps

Cold air

Something unknown

...


Play me the songs that make the stars dance.

The sky a little clearer


A suit made for space and a place to snuggle - vast open plains.

In the silence, I hear a gentle hum

There is is again - Goosebumps

A step - forward ? or is it up?

starlight refracts - bounces and then stops.

My skin absorbing the energy of stars.

Older than time - and older than the planet - here it rests in me.

 

 

The Pivot

The road ahead is predicable 

Its bumps and knocks expected...

Almost 15 years ...

A path well-worn,
but heavy steps grow slower.

Change whispers.
A small smile grows larger —
a call.

Step.
Pause.
Step.

The horizon
widens.


My Breath returns.

Licked Fingers

Fingers they be licked.

Stomach it be full. 

Greasy chips be in 

ZING !

Dopamine

Sleepy eyelids

heavy limbs,

oh that wonderful pillow taunts me

        
     move away from that glowing screen, move just move get up



But there is more - there is always more



I need …     ….  more


Cold sweat, clammy hands, the lights go out

a warm blanket and socks on my feet.

    
    More just one more, there is something there, it will be the next one for sure


NAGGING me SCREAMING at me


Sleep oh just go to sleep


1% comes


     and at last and the light flickers out.

        
        My eyelids slide slowly across red scratchy eyes,
    a wave of somnolence crashes into me


My chest falls, my muscles relax - relief,


    Sleep - your warm embrace, the relief - was it good? -was the day well used?


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