Weight For Me

The lights will flicker and I’d notice it through blinking eyes.
My heart wails and I silence it with louder recollections.
My brain stalls, but my thoughts run rapid in defiance.
In this moment, a flashback will coincide my walk toward no longer living.
Forever young is sung and my tears will stream furiously in reminiscing.
I’d journey through memories of warm Virginia nights, chasing fireflies, and utilizing their shine as a way to save me from my night fears.
These memories are worth one million life years.
I adventure through the nightmare of a new world, departing my utopia and entering into the unknown.
“Home is where they take you,” I mumble.
These words will redirect my growth.
These memories are worth one million poems.
My voyage through my Maryland mirages of equality, philosophy, and fantasy riot.
Life grows on you once the absurd is acknowledged.
I may lie and die, but I won’t lie alive because to wait today is to die with that weight.
Heavy is the belly of the dreams and dreaded are the dreams that we fail to reach.
These memories are worth one million sleepless nights.
I can sleep when I past.
I can dream while awake.
I can live for these moments.
I can handle the weight.