Prose

must belong somewhere

written by: johannalabeat

When I wake up in the AM I feel what I wish i had not so foolishly excused in the PM. It's a sudden pop up box saying, "No, you have not died. You are numb. You are a lost dog with one hell of a bone, so you moan, you groan, you learn alone. You have no home. Your home is a house, your tick a tock, you run on a backwards clock. You are all alone. So swallow your swords, crash your cars, crank up your heart. Put your eyes in your pockets and your hands in your heart and feel for something, anything but the past. The uno games, sucrose slushies, borrowed birthdays, stolen smiles and altered dreams are all dead. But you, you are not. You are numb in the head. It's not what you didn't say or said, it's the consequence of being alive. So try to stay on earth a little longer kid. Learn from the lack of love and regain those borrowed heart beats. You must belong somewhere."