units of time, money
victories and defeats
compartmentalized
into regions of the mind
the fear of forgetting
so many kindnesses
while the betrayals still linger
or perhaps to reach a point
where they all converge into
one entity
alive, vivid, contradictory
floating in some ethereal ether
the inspiration, desire
chasing life
chasing death
somewhere inbetween
in the middle dark hours of a frenzied sleep
waiting for your mother to bring words of comfort
some last minute reprieve....reprieve
from the torments of the mind
or maybe just the interminable
counting of days, weeks, hours
the illusion of "constructing" a life
when all we know or "have"
is upon a sandcastle
on the layered shores of the conscience
haunting us
taunting us
to be who we were
or maybe something more
the us we sought to be
and in the end to decide
defiantly
to fight on