I’m midnight. I’m the start of something new. I’m dark. I’m threatening. I’m bewitching. I’m 3am. I’m haunted. I’m strobe lights and happy face pills. I’m terribly alone. I’m noon. I’m halfway over. Halfway done. Halfway to dead. To rot. I’m the zenith. The peak. I’m always looking down. I’m 2pm. The sun is high and the day full of promise. The wind might bite and the heat might swell but the dark is so far away. I’m 4pm. I’m the winter coming to bring the dark too early. I’m the change to purple and gold, only visible if the clouds cover up the sky. I’m 8pm. Time is private now. or glimmering bright, the dark of a dive bar, the bitter taste down my throat. It’s a different day, now. Ending and just starting. I’m midnight. I’m over. I’m done. I’m dying and a new me will take my place but like each midnight, I die. And then I am the start of something new.
I might not have a computer yet but I do have a few drafts left…
Much could be said of all this I am. There is super abundance of being in this that could be a little too much for some readers who passed the mid-point may think they have read enough of this I am. I do not mind it so much as long as it gives me newness, and this does in some ways. The 'I am" has its variety.
My two favorites:
"I’m 3am.
I’m haunted.
I’m strobe lights and happy face pills.
I’m terribly alone.
I’m noon.
I’m halfway over. Halfway done.
Halfway to dead. To rot.
I’m the zenith. The peak.
I’m always looking down."