I Got Nothin' ...

We can’t accept its death, and so when it grows silent and colorless, we lie to ourselves and pretend that it’s just asleep.

And we carry on.

And time passes, and we push it into the corner, where it collects dust; still, never moving, but not dead. Never dead.

And we carry on.

And after long enough, it may even slip from our conscious thoughts, but in the dark recesses, it lingers, showing no signs of life, but still we refuse to call it dead.

And we carry on.

And sometimes we swear we see it stir, but it’s just a trick of the light, or a wishful dream in the darkest hours of night, and realizing that, we sigh and lay our heads back down and find our way back into sleep.

And we carry on.