From Me to Me, A Requiem for Tomorrow.

A forlorn note in the chill night air, a sigh. Quiet, just a breath upon the slow breeze. Down the way a dogs bark travels in low echos, then a howl. A calling out from the cold or a beckoning to a coming dawn, its touch turning lighter the violet. I wonder, and I shiver. For the cold and the dawn, its drawing sun a hollow mockery at times. I love it, and I hate it. For bringing a new day. Another blessed day damned to be repeated.

So tired of being tired and tired of trying not to be.
A story as old as time. As old as breathing.

Sitting here, shivering, I wish, I so very, very much wish that I could love this god-awful world, this life, existence, whatever. I just wish that I could, but its all so empty, so cold, so absolutely lost, I simply can't find it. That's alright though, I pretend. I smile, when the world isn't so heavy and pulling every last bit of my caring away. I laugh, when the emptiness isn't so deep as to force a sob for air. Another story old as time.

Woes me, woes you, just trying to be is hard to do.
Being alive, being happy. Forcing a smile.

From Me to Me, I wish you weren't. I wish that in time, stumbled upon again, the story wasn't the same, but I know it will be. And the I that is you is sitting here still, shivering. Listening to a distant dog baying reply, a chill underscore to a sigh. One more time again the day to go. One more time, just like tomorrows to come and yesterdays gone. I know my wonder for today is the same as yesterday and those to be. Is this the last? Please.

From Me to Me, good luck.
I know we'll need it.

~Michael, 5/28/2012~