MMSwrites

“Do you talk to yourself often?”

“I suppose so.”

“Does it ever get lonely?”

“Oh heavens no!”

A teacher once told us

that we create our world

Each chapter and character

constructed

through ink, blood, and sweat

A teacher once told us

our ending

isn’t an ending

until those days of rue

If I could touch the sky

the question is

would I?

What if 

it was something

that could hurt me?

If I could fly

ever so high

the only thing

awaiting me

would be the fall

I’ve never liked the seaside

fearing the riptide

that takes me away

I’ve never liked the high dive

jumping

up

up

up

then down into the deep

nothing

Yet here I decide

I fear nothing
 

Not as in I am fearless,

but as in 

I fear it

It’s truly incomprehensible,

it can’t be imagined,

and we’re stuck with the thought of 

I don’t like thinking

all of the time

because sometimes

I can’t stop

I don’t like thinking

alone in my mind

because it doesn’t

 always think right