VMrn, The HPIC- VMrn, The HPIC
#NPM Day 4- Shoulder Company
Prompt: Write with a partner
TW: Suicidal themes
Life.
That's the one I was given.
God willing
it won't be the one that I take.
I will be the one that I make.
That's right,
you're supposed to make.
Make as in
create.
DO I create a life?...
Sure, let's do that...
Make a life so I don't need to fake a life.
But going through its almost like
I have to fake a life
because its not as simple as I want it to be.
Take a life.
Make a life.
Fake a life.
What's the difference?
The difference? Yea, well
the difference is that
there isn't,
as in
any difference.
Because there's still "life" in it.
Take
make
fake--
there's still four instances for life
isn't it?
But pause.
Let's talk about life.
Let's talk about life like,
its the sweetest most impactful thing we'll ever mortally do.
Let us reason about life through the rosiest colored glasses.
The only one that we have is the one that we make. This can be yet still the one that we still take and fake but let's not
de
ja
vu
because there are no do-
or
de
ja
vu
overs
with
Life.
Am I right?
So take it
make it
fake it.
Existentially
monumentally
and of course
so
non-sensically.
My So Called Life-- its the only one I'll get,
or so they claim.
But they've never left
so how could they possibly be right?
Suppose I
continue to
de
ja
vu
what I do
until I pass.
Its like a game
and its all the same
the Hail Mary is threw...
Yes,
AND,
I hear you.
But back to those flowered glasses.
Those
moments passed with
all the makings of a feel good Hallmark movie.
Do me
a favor
and reach deep into the recesses of your mind.
Think back to the times
life wasn't this conundrum
to make
fake
or take...
and
springtime nights.
Winter and fall lights
where it all was just right
and we were as untouchable as the sun.
As pure and
untouched
as The One
we
all
go
back
to.
You feel me now,
don't you?