evaporation

Yesterday's gone and tomorrow is coming swiftly.
In death's abandon, sorrow comes gently.
Problems soar as they rise in my life.
How does it continue to carry on?
But what holds today is gone in the next, so why bother to worry?
But life is a dream, a ceaseless dream.
An end without an end.
And yet, I continue to hold on to this jagged cliff hanger.
My fingers bleed energy, emotion, perspiration.
They bleed life.
They bleed death.
But in all things I like to believe that death comes swiftly but happiness comes faster, and that, my dear, is what enables me to carry on.
The fact that we are human and made of flesh is no comfort.
The flick of a flame and we evaporate no matter how great we are.
They called me a snowball, but did they tell you I melted?
I faded away.
I didn't think so.
They told you just enough to make me look good and not lie.
But since when have they had any resistance?
Each time I close my eyes, those green eyes, I grow older.
I grow older and older until, finally, I die.
Even though I am not afraid of death, I do not perspire to meet her.
Her in her beautiful solitude.
Her in her beautiful dream.
I'll meet her, just not today.
I'll be there with her in paradise until I finally give and let go and carry on.
With what I don't know.
But I will because everything happens for a reason, even if you don't particuarly care for it.
And it will turn out alright in the end.
I promise.