Red wine and sleeping pills help me get back to your arms

I cannot write.
self paralysis seems to be the flavor of the day.

if only it were thinking I could not do.

If you take me there you'll get relief

You are my center when I spin away

out of control on videotape

Follow the leader

I'm blinded by your daylight

Lay me down in a bunker underground

Watch me fall Like dominoes in pretty patterns

A moon full of stars and astral cars

The bus comes to a halt, the driver pressing his foot on the breaks; his ankle tired of the repetitious action. The once accelerated, vicious vehicle slows to a soft, gentle pace. As it's wheels glide beside your wandering feet, your eyes break the long stare with your steady stomping, and you raise your drooping head. No longer facing-downward, wind in your face, eyes squinted, walking one with the threatening yet mighty, metallic machine; you feel it.

It's night time, the street lights send strong yellow beams to guide the otherwise dark sidewalk. The roads are clear; the cars recede to the safety of their heated garages. Your droopy head; still admiring the motion of the two feet beneath it. Through the yellow beams, the buzzing lights, a soft, gentle, blue glow illuminates your pathway. As you peer up at the subtle composed light, your body frozen in place, not a moving object in sight, through all the bright yellow lies, your eyes locked to the quiet, forgotten moon; you feel it.

It's a feeling that I cannot describe.
Perhaps it's those moments, where one stops, glides, speeds, slows, looks up, looks out, and feels alive.
Or perhaps it's those moments where one remembers how dead they feel inside that droopy, dangling head of theirs.

Define alive; is it a beating heart, a moving limb, a nodding head?
When life is no longer about living, feeling,
When life is about routine, duties, money,
When it's just a game, a competition, a fight to the top,
When we become zombies, with drooping heads, beating hearts,
When we look in the mirror and turn away in disgust,
When we think because we are told, live lives that were once lived,

are we living?
are we really alive?
will you be a winner?

Take a walk, elevate your heavy head, breath in, then out,
and most importantly; take nothing more with you than your own two feet.

Do you feel it?

Go slowly

But now I can see
That there's a way out

No more talk about the old days

Umbrella, what umbrella?

Pull me out of the aircrash

Coming or going

Limbless and helpless
I can't even recognize you

Time is running out for us

But you just move the hands upon the clock

Don't walk away, in silence.

People like you find it easy