Shall I Resign?
I resign to disappointment and failure. It’s not going to stop so I’m just giving in.
There are secrets buried in my mind. My heart is letting blood everywhere.
Yet I don’t care except that the blood keeps my interest and nothing else does anymore.
At least I am alive. I have someone to kiss me good night. I still laugh.
I’m just not that interested in making others laugh these days.
Can’t and won’t are too much of the same thing.
"I resign" sounds so alluring because it’s fatalistic and death is darkness conjured upon our bones. Then we rest.
But I resign several times a day and I don’t know why. Either to unhealthy habits or to less than fulfilling activities or to fearfulness of a slow death.
Seems old age is wearing me thin and I’m not even that old.
The big questions under the stars have lost their luster. Weary of curiosity. Maybe the brilliance in the sky will return.
Given my past I should not be one to curl up and die. I should rise to the occasion of living well.
I’m a sinner who’s not that crazy about salvation anymore. I dislike good stories with too good of an ending.
I want to feel good about myself. I want to solve problems. I want revolution again.
A part of me died on my last riot for life. What will the vacuum birth?
The vacuum dismantled is asleep right now.
Maybe it will serve as a wormhole to another life. One with vibrant living, good stories, and youthful expression.
Shall I resign?
There are secrets buried in my mind. My heart is letting blood everywhere.
Yet I don’t care except that the blood keeps my interest and nothing else does anymore.
At least I am alive. I have someone to kiss me good night. I still laugh.
I’m just not that interested in making others laugh these days.
Can’t and won’t are too much of the same thing.
"I resign" sounds so alluring because it’s fatalistic and death is darkness conjured upon our bones. Then we rest.
But I resign several times a day and I don’t know why. Either to unhealthy habits or to less than fulfilling activities or to fearfulness of a slow death.
Seems old age is wearing me thin and I’m not even that old.
The big questions under the stars have lost their luster. Weary of curiosity. Maybe the brilliance in the sky will return.
Given my past I should not be one to curl up and die. I should rise to the occasion of living well.
I’m a sinner who’s not that crazy about salvation anymore. I dislike good stories with too good of an ending.
I want to feel good about myself. I want to solve problems. I want revolution again.
A part of me died on my last riot for life. What will the vacuum birth?
The vacuum dismantled is asleep right now.
Maybe it will serve as a wormhole to another life. One with vibrant living, good stories, and youthful expression.
Shall I resign?