The Portrait

I’m happy just making you smile. Let’s all stay here for a while, forgetting life’s trials, yet far from denial. We accept our place, and challenge our fate. For, we’re young, wild, and free, but never late. Ever persistent in this system of sickness; everybody wants a piece of this glimmering slickness. So, I’ll carry as many pieces as I can, and avert from the gray, toxic, and bland. Cause it’s all just a game, even if you have a plan.

There’s just something about watching the lightening strike down on Earth, and erupt in a huge flash behind the thick storm clouds, momentarily brightening the entire sky with a cold white vibrancy. Then you start counting, until at first, brontides are heard rumbling in the distance, and increase in power the closer the lightening strikes. Soon enough insane booms of thunder invisibly wreck the atmosphere, like bubbles of bombs. If you’re lucky, the electricity will go out. Watch the last seize of power spark, buzz, and zombify as every single medium for electricity simultaneously dies. The dark, wet pavement doesn’t reflect the reds and greens of traffic lights. Instead, it glows with the light of the stars in the sky, only disrupted by the headlights of the people racing to get home at a time of crisis. There’s just something about being prepared for almost anything to happen. Minute to minute, watching your back, building a fire, and listening to the crisp cracks of wood being engulfed in flame. It’s right here; lighting a single candle and sitting in complete silence, here we are human. Even if we still have these clothes on our backs, and a house containing us, the change in relative importance created a cusp of mental clarity. Just being a human humming along the little Earth we were given is enough sometimes.

I’ve finally been given a taste of my own medicine, and I’ll tell you friend, it tastes like shit. I’ve just got to do better, I can’t quit.