Sparrows Song

holes

imagine:

a world in which
for now
only you exist

you sit on your windowsill
wrapped up
with a steaming mug in your hands
rehydrating yourself from all the tears you have shed

the colors of afternoon vary
from blue
to grey
stormy
but not quite raining

meanwhile you will think of boys
or girls
or both
maybe about family
whomever that is
or dream that monsters aren't black holes in your head
but instead
terrifying reptiles that you can valiantly slay

you realise that many things that you believe in
or believed in
were only dreams
hallucinations
figments of our imaginations
but we still clung (cling) to them
because they give us hope
and thats okay

you also realize that you are always and never alone
at any time
that only you can know yourself
more than anyone in this decaying world
but even if this world is dying
dont die with it
live
and bring back a little life into this planet

otherwise
you sit alone in bed
crying over the holes in your brain that you cant plug
and sit
truly alone
with only the smell of fresh rain to keep you company