adventures with lion

poem.

it's 16:44

the clock is ticking in the background

a soft song is playing amidst the soft 'click, click, click' that the clock is giving off

a candle is burning on the coffee table

releasing a smell of summer

making me slip into a fantasy

i'm hiding in my blankets

curled up in a little ball on the couch

stomach filled with butterflies

for unknown reasons

why is there a feeling of pain?

everything is fine

but yet here I lay on the brim of tears for no reason

is it because I know that

or maybe because i'm just

will I ever know the reason of this strange feeling?

but yet

here I lay

with you running through my mind

good memories of us playing in the front of my mind

the memories of me crying over you playing softly in the back

just like the clock

tick
sob

tick
sniffle

tick
sob

I now lay in a position in which I can hear my heart thumping against my ears

bang

bang

bang

would that contraption ever stop?

not until I see you

people throw the phrase around

'wouldn't it be nice to die?'

I can't say i'd agree

i'd much rather have you in my arms long before I would go

I couldn't imagine myself without you if I'm honest

if you just disappeared

what would happen?

would I cry all day?

look at the pictures I have of you and scream?

hear the news and feel the soft tears rolling down my warm cheeks?

feel the smile falling off my face when realization sets in?

realize that you

that you're gone?

my stomach twists at the thought

don't reminisce about those silly thoughts you have

yet here I lay

not knowing what to say

wondering if there was something

anything

we could talk about

and yet I can't think of one

so I'll lay here

heart beating in my chest

clock ticking in the background

candle burning slowly

music humming to attempt to drown my thoughts out

wishing I could simply wrap my arms around you 

and the clock strikes 16:56

-

well hey.

long time no see i guess.

can you consider this a poem?
a diary entry?

i'm honestly not going to say who this is about

because it's about a lot of people

all mixed into one.

but hey.

poetic me shall leave.

ily

(normal katelyn should be back soon.)