Reader

Son, the night shifts here are long, and many of your clients are already afraid of you, but some are already distant from life itself, and those are the easy jobs, they'll blindly follow.

If you choose this line of work, you best know that the pay ain't no good, you do it for the job title on the resume, and sometimes the deals under the table.

If you think it sounds good, then by all means, pick up the pen, or the scythe, or the gavel, and sign your name to seal your fate.

is it anger that I feel? from my belief that you, you of all people, have the power, the power to heal, to heal me and my scars?

or, have I only ever felt resignation to you, you and to my situation?

Summer is here with softer winds and warmer days,

almost as-if to say “you survived the darker and cooler nights.”

we're told to live a life beyond ourselves and what our bodies are

so we struggle with the idea that mortality will in time come to tell us how we failed

and we fear our freedom and what others might do with theirs to reach outside themselves

we struggle through this all and through each day just so we can hold onto some dust

so it asks the question: “are we here to cope with life, or the things of it?”

when we were children they told us to stop looking up,

as if the answers didn't come from up there,

so we gave up on the heavens and, began to look down at our feet.