The hand struck midnight and the cycle began anew.
Once twenty-six, now twenty-seven.
He watched the hours pass and sleep did not come.
When he awoke, a smile came to his face.
The dreaded year, was not so bad.
With age came wisdom and his world had slowed.
As long as he wasn’t thirty, he still had time.
Yesterday was my Birthday! As such, I thought it’d be fun to write a poem to capture the moment. Despite the Pandemic, my birthday was quite enjoyable. I actually ended up playing Mario Kart until 5am! For the last couple years, I have gone out and celebrated with friends so this year was actually quite nice as I could just play Animal Crossing and Pokemon (and Mario Kart) all day long. I am officially 27 and am trying to live out the remainder of my twenties as best I can. Cheers to another year of life!
When we are children, we are afraid of the dark. We seek a candle to light us to bed. And still we dream of monsters. The battle between light and dark is constant. For without light, life cannot exist. The darkness twists and distorts, creating illusions and playing tricks on the mind. People spend most of their lives running and they forget the very reason they start running in the first place. It is only when the path forward is blocked that they have time to stop and catch their breath. And what do they see when they turn around? The creeping darkness.
So what is the darkness and what makes it so terrifying? Therein lies the problem. The darkness is many things at once; regret, sorrow, guilt, anger, jealousy, rage. It is every secret kept, every opportunity not taken, and the time that you can’t get back. It is death incarnate, always chasing and never slowing, only wearing. And at the same time… It is nothing at all. We shine a light through the darkness and see nothing. No monsters and what we thought would be there, isn’t.
And yet we are afraid. It is only when we see the sun peak over rolling hills do we realize that forever long the night seems, the sun always rises.
Personally, I find comfort in the darkness; its shadow like a blanket. Perhaps not so much the darkness but rather the light that shines through. Some nights you may get a rolling breeze, and the soft glow of moonlight, which can be both mesmerizing and somewhat unsettling. The breeze can easily turn into a howling and the light can slowly recede, leaving only darkness. And yet, when we open our eyes, we realize morning has already come.
The Don’t let Mike Starve fund
This post, fun fact, has been sitting in my drafts since July of 2017. It felt incomplete and I had always meant to add more. So come today, I reread the post and have found it to be one of my better pieces and what was missing, was found. The only change I have made since then and now is the final line, "And yet, when we open our eyes, we realize morning has already come." I hope you enjoy this piece and am glad I finally get to share it with the world.
Distant dreams, I know not where
Shadows crept, turning meadows grey
Day faded and night came.
He walked, searching, calling and echoes cried back
The darkness hungered and enjoyed the snack.
Fragmented memories, stitched together.
A tapestry, constantly unwoven and rewoven,
yet never complete
He closed his eyes and remembered.
The sun beat on his face and warmth filled the air.
Whatever darkness, he dared not care.
And so he stitched his tapestry with gold,
remembering his tale was yet to be told.
Funds to send Mike to Mars
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