One More Shot

I need the sun.
I need the warmth to fill me
And to push me.

What are the ingredients for this rebirth?
Faces mesh together;
I feel so far away.
I'm walking blinded by my frustrations.

My hands clasp,
My legs trot,
My lungs stubborn to agree to this wind.
There is life here waiting to be born again.

Sometimes I Fall Asleep Before I Can Brush My Teeth

Sometimes, I don't give a shit about anything. I don't want to go back to work. Don't care if the laundry gets washed. I don't give a damn if I sleep for hours only to wake up and sleep again, and again. Sometimes.

Sometimes I notice my body aging. I don't really mind. I mean I do, but I don't really, sometimes.

Sometimes I cry in the shower. But that just feels necessary, don't you agree? Once in awhile you just let go and let everything you've kept hidden away goes down the drain, standing there stark naked in the water that's turning chilly but you don't give a hoot because you are crying in the shower quietly, which just feels good. Let it out. Then go to bed.

Sometimes you just do.