Almost

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Almost


The place and the time

Were almost right

And in my own way

I was nearly alive


But almost is only good enough to keep you afraid

Full of what ifs and reminded of mistakes

From a failure of courage

And lack of follow through

Almost is only good enough to make you a fool

With regrets


Kept enough to hide

Gave enough to break

I was in my own way

When I tried to play it safe


But almost is only good enough to keep you afraid

Full of what ifs and reminded of mistakes

From a failure of courage

And lack of follow through

Almost is only good enough to make you a fool

With regrets


And close enough, doesn't count

When what you don't know, you'll never find out

The unanswered questions

Will keep you guessing

Never feeling

Fulfilled or complete


That's why almost is only good enough to keep you afraid

If you have the chance, take it don't wait

Find the courage to do as you say

Otherwise,

You'll be resigned to live

With

Regrets


The Drain

March 12, 3:20AM

How many people are you living with? It was only one. The more energy that was drained, the less that she was around. It was always better when she was around, but unpredictable: it was impossible to tell when she would show up, how long it would last, what risks were involved, what would be asked, and how we would change. To live without her, however, was not to live at all. It was lifeless, colorless, lacking hope, without purpose, and a choice for choice's sake. It was the real-surreal, the open-closed, and the plural-singular. The Talking To Myself.

It took extra time to put together the body, alone. It took extra-energy to move, alone. It took extra-effort to be, alone. Alone was the hallow and empty of more. Alone had nothing to fill the space, but insisted on more of it. Alone gave nothing. It was static, not dynamic -- completely unable to see or be outside of itself. Alone desired to be full, to be many, to live, but was endlessly, alone.

Alone created the drain to replicate itself. Collecting the almosts that were once dreams.