what does it mean to be?
To whom does it matter?
To what group, entity, person or lifestyle am I relevant?
Tough questions to be asking amidst so much change and unknown….
Crawling under the covers seems like a very good idea more frequently than not lately….
(then the sun tickles the horizon and I can’t wait to start new ideas in the new day!)
I get lost in a longing,
(oh how bored I would be!)
I wonder on my desire
seek to make myself uncomfortable….
(keeping myself on the edge of my seat!)
It makes me look at ‘forever’ a bit differently.
Such an arbitrary, intangible term;
forcing its way into full consciousness of late~
Forever is unknown.
Forever is scary.
Forever, if we are real,
is just touching,
butting up against,
admitting to the relevance of the present place that is
We say ‘we wont be gone forever’
This is not ‘forever’
Yet, what if we are?
What if this is?
What if our forever is tied up,
packaged and sent,
here in this decision?
What if what I do,
what you do,
is your forever?
It is a question to ask oneself
We do not live forever.
The covers will be there again tonight.
Just leave me my share 🙂