Listening to those songs, remembering those times.
Days of darkness – window staring.
At least the need for it.
Time passing, willing it to pass all at once.
Head – faster than light,
Body – slower than the ticking of clocks.
Unfeeling, meaningless dreams…
In the waiting, and in the seething,
We all go through a times of teething.
Darkness in different shades-
Spanning the hours, the waning of the days.
Mumbled sentences, and dead-heavy limbs.
Waking – not really.
Sleeping – not truly.
Lazing in the fuzziness, the dead TV flicker,
The subtle blur that borders every edge.
Peering into a future that’s anything but clear.
Wondering, pondering, thinking-
Anything but believing…