Sitting in a Hot Tub, Between Nothing and Nowhere

Blue is the only color that matters.

Outside of this

There is only blackness,

To which, my hands reach into

And are greeted

By nothing.

There is no one waiting out there.

I am the angriest man I know.

So angry,

My stomach is rotting from the inside.

So angry,

I crumble under the weight of kindness.

So angry,

That silence feels like a brick

In the back of my head,

And sincerity

Feels hostile.

Blue is the only color that matters.

Inside of it

There is stillness,

Loneliness,

And honesty;

The only barrier

Between me

And pitch black.

The rain falls on the tin roof

To remind me of the season,

With it comes change.

Everything changes.

I think I can change, but all I really know

Is that some changes require attention,

While others, require destruction

And the rain doesn’t know the difference.

One day, it will get so heavy

That it falls through the earth;

Right through our houses

And cars,

Right through our hearts

And our minds,

Through our every accomplishment

And all of our regrets,

Through our long goodbyes,

And scripted endings,

Straight through the other side of the world

And into the void,

Where our story

Has never been told

At all.

Some things don’t deserve a rewrite.