Thought Minion

inside

Darkness crosses the sky... and with it crosses my mind. I don't often show the light dimming with my eyes. I suppose you could call the spark a lie... though only be it a lie in the late hours, then after that, the glowing blaze rises and burns with sunlight.

Thoughts, crawl into holes in these moments, digging deeper in the psyche that one really shouldn't dwell.

Words sound between the ears... observations in breathless tones that only you can hear... over and over and over

"a million little things"

That's what I've been hearing in the last month or so. Just begging for me to pay attention to it fully. To envelop myself with it's meaning...

"a million little things"

Fate and spirituality fuck with my mind. One moment to the next. Only because in the logical part of me wonders about odds of the next second.

A breath of life... a beating heart... a coherent thought

all things we take for granted

take "a million little things" to go right in order for the following moment to be possible.

How many things have to be "right" in order to make it through the day.

Our functioning bodies, no accidental mishaps, no natural disasters, no this or no that, nothing from "a million little things"... and that's just for me. Double, Triple, Quadruple those million little things with every living being you care about.....

and this thought process has become the monster under the bed, the dark creature that hides in the closet...

...and with that fear is this thought

"When life becomes all about death
one has already ceased to be living"

sorry for being somber... the tunnel's end will light up in a few hours...