No such thing as too much care.
A million pauses and move on.
To stop and taste infinity just once.
The screaming white noise of catatonia.
Demonic danger ever present.
To stop and wallow in the now.
Potentials shriek away to the horizon.
Waves once broken are gone forever.
Grasp ecstatic the frozen moment.
With the winds of insanity,
drying the tears of exertion.
From endless decisions moving forward.
Hold off the lonely terror,
of time ticking past with no purpose.
Sharp pencil and endless sacrifice.
Trading existence for creation.
Yammering mind never satisfied.
All progress instantly nullified,
by the ravening maw
of the self-vituperating constant.
Red-rimmed torture at endless forks in the road.
Never knowing where you went wrong or why.
While painfully aware that you must have,
even when you are right.
So dive deep into the sea,
and be joyously immersed in the nothing.
Your minuscule lifelong contribution,
will be added to the everything,
when you're gone.
Brett A. Jones Sept, 2014
