Think Positive

I cannot begin
The articulation of a heartbeat
Is not compiled upon a page
The ache of a soul is not measured
In twenty-four letters arranged at the whim of an author

I cannot end
My body will decay and rot
And leave its stain upon the earth.
My mind will cease to spark and flicker
But my thoughts will echo on the wind.

I cannot exist
I am weighed down by an ocean
Crashing upon my brittle bones, encrusted in salt
I have struggled to reach dry land again
But I can no longer tell the difference between salt and sand.

I cannot breathe
I tell myself it is not because the air is clean
But my lungs long for smoke and destruction
I tell myself I do not need the fire to feel happiness.
Because without the lies the embers of hope would crackle and die.