Things of the Other Kind

I saw the sun eat itself hollow. And watched the planets hang in the sky by a silk thread. I felt the intoxicating pain of separation and enjoyed it through and through. I loved an animal and received some in turn.

I lived a hundred years and followed the hugest dreams. I slept a success and failed somewhere in between. I swam in the oceans and danced on the mountains. I drank like a fish and smoked like a whore. I fell in love and out of it. I read a million stories and created a few of mine. I lived and I got tired.

And then, I knocked on Death’s door and it said, “There is time, still.”