Dazed and confused.

I could hear myself narrating from somewhere.

But there nothing save for my raspy voice

preaching to me, myself, and I.

I’m not sure how I didn’t freak the fuck out at that point.

But around me was nothingness.

Pure, white, ennui.

So I sat. I listened.

The manic vowels and adverbs almost like bullets.

But no matter where “I” aimed

the metal never missed

yet the metaphors never hurt

and the maxims solely struck me in the chest

lodging only in my heart.

“Every single one of us;

struggling and trudging through life;

with maybe a cigarette in hand, bottle of wine in the other.

Love songs on repeat;

shuffling them almost as fast as our feelings.

Wanderlust burning through the soles of our soul.

Wanderlust burning through the bridges behind us.

As much as we try to convince ourselves;

drilling it into the hearts of those around us;

Nothing changes until we see what’s hidden underneath everything.

The axioms and smiles we fake over these scars.

Silver linings are just that unfortunately, linings.

It’s always the same,

—This time will be different.

—This time I promise you…

—Never again.

But bullshit envelopes everything, even when we don’t mean it to.

Love?

Love is the exception.

Love is dealing with the bullshit no matter how much it hurts.

Love is fucking up a million times and allowing yourself to be forgiven, even though you think you’re worth less than shit.

Love isn’t a goddamn honeymoon.

Love is the horrific act of caring, for no other reason than because you can’t help it.

No obligations, nothing to gain, just loving because every single atom of your body would rip you apart at even the thought of giving up.

Even if it rips you apart, flesh flayed from bone.

Fucking, smoking, long chemical romances, which always become way more than a one-night stand.

Lonely nights with an iPod and the sky. Cloudy, rainy, or clear as the tears shed like thunder.”

Panic sets in, and the light starts to dim as my vision tunnels.

Where am I going?

Will I wake up?

RingRingRINGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNGGGG

—OH FUCK! Huh? Shit...

(Yeah, I usually wake up with a few colorful expletives to keep my vocabulary sharp.)

That’s my answer I suppose.

But shit;

to which question?