How did we get so old, Captain?
With some forced distance from life the way I know it
I think of the days that have been.
I think of the chapters I will write.
How I will build a home for my childhood wonders in the pages.
How my future worries then get a bonus load of acceptance.
Each day, each page gets outdated
I think in different dimensions now than the ones on the pages.
New shadows have shaped my wonders
The chapter on the true human.
They would at least have to be magic.
They. Any form of written sentence starting with “People” referred to as a mass, makes you stand different than the rest.
So I write about the only true human I know.
I write about him over any other form of living.
If he stood by my side and we ruled the world
There would be rainbows for lunch.
There are things we believe in and things we know.
No matter how equally fuzzy they are.
What is wired in us is wired in us
Closeness with him is the knowledge of knowing we never actually touch. Warmth is giving each other energy through touch.
I have missed him since I first met him.
My limbs loose all connection to the motherboard around him.
Millions of stars have died throughout our time.
We never got colder.
We just see the world in the same shades.
Our colours may not mean anything today.
But tomorrow will be Saturday one day.