3.05.2010

I create my own reality.

Here,

we live as we wish.


Here. We have the same numbers in the same order.

We have one life. One number at a time, each lived until death.

Then no more numbers.

No more time.


Here,

we wake up in the morning, and

we pick.

Which number do I feel today?

Which number shall I use?


Here,

we live one day at a time.

One number at a time.


Here,

we pick.


I'm elderly today.

I wear my hair in a loose bun at my neck.

I push my glasses up on my nose.


Today,

I'll take a small walk. I'll sit on a bench by the river.

I'll remember doing homework at the coffeeshops. Like it was yesterday.

It was yesterday.


I'll eat toast today.

I'll take vitamins, and I'll smell like babypowder.

Today, I'll bake cookies.

I'll read a book, and I'll take a nap.



Here,

we are who we are.

We are who we want to be today.


Tomorrow, I'll decide to be four years old.

I'll feel free.

I'll play on playgrounds, and I won't cross streets.

I'll roll down hills.






...Here, I do whatever I want. I live one day of whichever year I choose.
That's one less day in that year.
I don't repeat times. I don't repeat days.

Every moment is new.
I live one day at a time.

I live as I pick.
I pick and choose.

I picked today. I picked you, too.

2 comments:

  1. I'm pretty glad that you still have this.
    And I like this one a bit ;D
    -Stephen

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