Dark Poetry Prose Poetry February 20, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

02-20-05 10:18pm sunday

it's over before it's begun. i lay down in the sand and swallow the ocean. or at least imagine that i have.

it's not so much the peaks as it is what you see from them. you don't often think about it as you're climbing, but once you're there you never forget why you visited.

it's hard when nothing's changing, but everything is. and you don't know if you're a part of it.

life constantly asking you to make it. and all you can do is wonder how and if you ever can.

so sad theat we are burdened with that responsibility from the moment we come to exist. that mortgage on our backs from the moment we are born. that life we're lent waiting on payments we can't always afford. i guess i never wanted ownership of anything. certainly not this. i would've liked to have paid off that debt, but life bankrupted me instead.