it hurts

it's hurting.

life's hurting me again.

i'm being pierced in the guts

with a memory. again.

of a past life

my present life

that was just lived, 

just a moment ago

but feels like it never was.

i can't breathe.

my stomach's twisting into itself again.

there's such a thing as a parallel universe

because i've seen it.

because i've lived it.

i know a boy who sits in his apartment

just like i do

on a horrible schedule he passed on to me.

too afraid of the world to fall asleep in it,

and too overwhelmed by life to wake up early.

procrastinate through the hours

so muddy. so slow. so thick.

memorizing lines.

feel worthwhile

spend your time creatively 

live an artists life.

but the tv is still on 

and i'm still awake 

it's a two hour difference

but our minds are still in tune.

not to each other but to this life.

i accidentally brought it back. 

2002