play


play
July 24 11:00pm
rewind
I thought about death again
In the bathtub The water flowing in
with the thunder crashing down outside, I
thought about all those warnings I'd been given about
bathing in a storm— and despite myself I admit I
thought about it What might happen here tonight if an errant bolt
came down through the ceiling or the northeast wall into
the bathroom
And it came to me that I really don't want to die
fast forward
Too much hope Too many dreams, too many plans
and things I'd never see again
pause
Too many people to burden and too many burdens to carry by
Myself
push play again
But the fear It's all superficial, dear You're just feeling lonely
again
eject

~Xel
2002