Untitled #33 - Distance and dark circles

Agony.

It's agony that keeps me awake,

Despite wanting to crash,

Into sleep's soft hands,

But the agony.

It keeps me awake.

And it's best friend, worry.

What if I'm not enough anymore?

Because all these video calls can never replace

Actual human touch,

Actual presence,

Actual you.

I miss you. 

All this agony and worry for home,

A home which I see changing at a distance,

Which I know should and will change -

But what if this growth takes us apart,

Two different directions?

The only home I know would be ripped apart

At the very seams that once held so strong,

And now it seems,

It only answers to sleep.

The dark circles are a lie.

Untitled #32 - the price of immortality

Would you sign up for une vie sans mort?

You'll never feel hunger, never be too cold,

You'll never be tied down

To anyone you know,

You can go anywhere in the world,

Be anyone you want to be,

You won't even go mad

As long as there are wonders to be seen;

If you make this deal with an ancient one 

They who walk the night,

Older than the devil, 

They may take pity on your plight,

One who walked this world before us,

Who will live on when we're gone,

The only price they ask for an eternity,

Is the price of a collective memory,

The memory of your name.

They say not to pray

To those who walk the night,

But if this came to pass,

Would you choose carpe diem 

Just to lose your name,

To never again be remembered,

Or would you choose to stay,

To die shackled in society's chains,

But loved in a house

That knows you and your name?

- Inspired by the novel, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue.