so cruel

 It was a dark and stormy night

the sun was out

it was cold

my feet were getting sunburned

the sky was falling

or was I falling?

I lay on my back, in the wet, muddy, cold grass

trying to fall off of the earth

temporarily turning gravity off

scary

the loneliness was vast

like the cold, impersonal universe

looking up at the sky

saying this is really unfair

knowing that everything is limited

that everything will decay

that everything will disappear

that I know this

that I can’t change it

is so cruel

To be and to love being and then to know the hard truth

that being comes to an end

why do we have to know that

why are we this way?

Suddenly the storm broke though the sun

the cold wind a blowtorch

the rain like rays of heat

the words thought

didn’t matter

matter didn’t

didn’t being

being didn’t

being

didn’t

wind passing over vocal chords

no being necessary

the vast could not be satisfied

the being could not be vast

being, the being

wind passing over vocal chords