Pulsing with life...

Evolution of embodiment...

Of thoughts into words...

Of images into realities...

~*~*~

A Sunday in January...

Despondent

Feelings of no value

What is the point

Of continuing this merciless trudge

Body crippled

Brain staticky

Muscles weak

Energy on zero

But enough energy 

To feel pain

To feel emptiness

To feel alone

~*~*~

Two days later, on Tuesday...

An isolation that feels thick-empty

Not an empty-empty

But rather, an emptiness 

That is full

My body fully feels it 

This utter aloneness

Without any other evident life

That is, "life" how we define it

But these floors

These windows

These walls

They are my companions

And when I think of all 

They have witnessed 

Of their inside dwellers

Then, they pulse with life

~*~*~

Eight days later, on a Wednesday...

And their ancestry

From which they came 

To now be here

It too lives on

These 60-year-old wood floors

Once trees, that stood tall in a forest

Giving oxygen and nourishment

Now, support me

These 60-year-old glass windows

Once sand, upon the earth

Home to insects and turtles

Now, allow me light 

These 60-year-old Sheetrock walls

Once gypsum, formed from seabed and volcanoes

Providing sustenance and structure, even on Mars

Now, provide me protection and comfort

Through the cold season, with its short days

These are my companions

Come the warmth and longer days

I will again venture out to commune with their progeny