I’m alone
and I’m lost
and completely unsure…
Chilled to the bone
and the cost is absurd…
But the feeling won’t last;
I’m stronger than this.
Even when I don’t have someone to kiss.
So I take a few pictures,
I write a few lines,
I draw and I listen
and I change over time.
I document smile
and tear and word spoken.
I’m sick every day
but I’m not yet broken.
And I feel the day change
into something surmisable…
Life can be death
but is often survivable.
Written by Jason Wright
November 29, 2014