All this time

  All this time, I’ve only been speaking parts of my mind; saying what ever sounds more sweet and kind to secure a place behind eyes…and under breast plates, which fiction often states, is where our most prized possession holds its place. Our hearts?...Our hearts mainly pump blood through out our veins. It doesn’t hold a grasp on the things we feel in our most uncertain days. It doesn’t decide which direction fortune sways. It mainly, only keeps blood in our veins.

And all this time, I never knew who I was, or who they were, we never knew who they were, or how they had been hurt…yet we placed ourselves in front of them, whether they’d been family, peers, or friends. Ours is always the first that needs to end, it seems. Can we be forgiven for trying so to forget some things…and replace them with stars, roses and gold bars; values for loves that could be so close, or so far?

But, before we end our little affairs, could we pretend we truly care, from another look; the look of yours, to see what makes you so very sure that we should end…that these little things should end?

If aliens did come to tell us to clean up, or we would die, because the universe has had enough…I would agree, then ask for forgiveness for eating so much fast food, then tossing he wrappers when I was through. Yeah, I’d apologize to them; faking the entire higher acknowledgment. We would ban against our alien overlords. It’s in our nature to fight for what we believe is ours; our little lives, to them. But, to us, it’s the entire world we have. It’s the weight of our present and our entire past…So, we would fight against vast armies of unimaginable beings and creatures, for the lives we’d made, and the structure of our futures. It would be man versus whatever came from deeper in the universe.

All this time, we’d been imagining the most august things…more vivid than the most creative, deep sleep dreams. We’d been weighing out the pressures in mind, to find which of men may be worth more in time. We’d been changing the world all along, in between our rights and wrongs; our little things that drift away in time; the things we wanted most to leave the mind…they go.