Monday Morning

This morning when i walked outside

The whole world was on pause.

No Wind.

No Voices.

No Birds.

No Cars, speeding down the street.

Nothing.

Completly still, and silent.

It didnt hit me, until I was two steps away from the door.

but the shoke of it hit me, mid stride.

There I was, standing one foot in front of the other,

eyes wide

waiting

waiting for something to start.

It was as if someone had fallen asleep at the controls,

and didnt hit the play button right away, when I shut the door behind me.

After the initial shellshock of the blow had subsided

I was left with a feeling of complete calmness.

A calmness that shook me to my core,

And grasped hold of my very being..

"is..is this what its like to-"

There must have been an alarm system in the control room,

because immidiatly the world started up again.

Not all at the same time, however

as if it wasnt trying to bring attention to itself.

But a gust of wind here..

a bird chirp there,

the sound of a passing engine in the distance.

with this being my cue, my steps started up again

Taking me farther, and farther from that moment, suspended in time.

People keep putting all there troubles on me,

and I keep stacking them up on my back

my body now resembles that of an atlas.

How I long, for the days I never had;

"Im glad that in my life, Ive never cut short my emotions.

The most awful thing is to be numb."

-Elizabeth Taylor