Post by Michael (@ArcAngel)

I think everyone is moving forward and I am positively doing nothing,
days pass me like trains I never board,
friends become stories of progress,
new cities, new jobs, new names beside their own,
while I remain here,
staring at the same ceiling with the same tired heart.
I have watched ambition leave my body quietly,
like smoke escaping a broken window,
and there are mornings
where madness sits beside me like an old friend,
whispering how easy it would be
to simply stop caring at all.
But then there is you.
And somehow loving you
has become the single thread
holding the seams of my mind together.
You do not know it,
but your laugh has prevented catastrophes,
your voice has talked me down from ledges
you never even saw me standing on,
and the thought of your hands in this world
keeps mine from destroying themselves.
I may not be moving forward,
but I am surviving,
and lately that survival
wears your face.
So if I seem lost,
understand this
I am a man standing still in every part of life
except the part of me
that runs endlessly toward you.

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