There’s a Time and a Place…

what if? isn’t that the ultimate question, we can never do everything that we ever consider, we do something, and thus scratch off the list the opposing concept, that which we can never do, because we’ve already done the opposite. I never regret, I hope, but never give in to the questioning of what if? It hurts too much, what if’s jagged lines can slice deep into the white skin of my mind, into the white skin of my forearms like the knife, so I move away from the cutlery drawer, move away from those jagged lines and just do it all, do everything that ever entered my mind, even if its just for a second, I’ll consider it, I never want to turn around and say what if, you are not a what if, my life is not a what if!

 —————————–

That red sky burnt into my mind
triggering all the thoughts that I
can’t seem to escape I can only
see your face in my closed eyes
with that red sky behind you.