Fried

Part the seas…
Words of openness…
Is it that easy?
To find the beginning
The middle
The end?

I am lost
I turn and turn again
And yet the beginning never comes
Nor does the end

Am I here
Only to exist
And hold the candle high
So others may read?

Tell me if my mind
Is frying, drying out within the sun
While yours remains numb and cold
Inside the hollow walls?

I fear my heart
Will stop
And no one will
Hear the sudden silence
Nor will they notice
That my breath has gone from loud and long
To none at all

Open your eyes
And see that this is all we have
All we can be
Use it
Like a drug
And be happy