The days are much longer
Could be a change in the climate
or simply how much time you spend
listening to your own heart beat,
surprised there is still some movement in there
- some activity
There are two ways for one to die
A shot from a gun,
bullet piercing through skin
exiting the other end
or
merely falling in love
Either will end you if you let it
It is simply a matter of time
with each touch
each pressure
you feel yourself giving in
to the coldness of steel
or that of a heart
There is only one way to live,
to guard yourself
lest vulnerability ends you
if you let it
And if not,
you simply pass through,
not experiencing all there is to
To live is to be vulnerable,
to be vulnerable is to die
January 9. 1:20am.
