shock

i feel like i'm stuck in a single memory
being remembered a hundred different ways.
the same threat of storm looming in the background
every time.

I want to die on a frigid winter night.
in the north, where the snow's depth could provide
my forever bed.

life lately has provided me with
clogged drains and
dripping faucets.

if this is a sign,
it's a stinging,
tired neon sign
like you'd see in those
trashy goodwill-liquor store-dollar store combo plazas.

Wait.....
what's that feeling?
floating in the oblivion of my cranium.....

Reeling.
your body feels heavier.
looking into decades old photographs.
wishing, so badly, you could live
eternity within them.

Calmly,
you'd explore every inch of this morsel of the past.

watching a still of time.
Emotions frozen.
A memory kept,
Forever.