Front of the Line

There’s blood in my mouth, but I’m first in line. Not a soul between me and the lights that shine before me, blinding me and guiding me at the same time. Where I’m going is illuminated to everyone else, I see only the veins on the insides of my eyes dazzled by the blazing lights.

Headaches like this usually come with a hangover. Can you be hung-over on life? One thought process too many; an extra shot of stress here and there and one day you wake up at the front of the line with a black-eye and the desire for an ungodly amount of Ibuprofen.

There’s blood in the water. The feeding frenzy has started and no one’s getting out alive. “Don’t go into the light!!!!!” they scream. Unblinking he keeps walking, not seeing the next step, not seeing anything in the blaze of glory that obliterates shadows at the front of the line.

Heartaches like this usually come with a death. Can you die while you’re still living? Overkill is running when life necessitates a walk. There’s no point flying when you can drive, but it looks cooler. Who’s in front now? The light seems dimmer, maybe I’m getting used to it.

There’s blood in these veins. Still flowing, still carrying life’s little necessities where they need to go. The light is still blinding and my head’s still pounding. We’re walking along together and I don’t care where we going, cause I’m at the front of the line and the light is still shining.

On: December 16, 2011
At: Home
Listening to: Coldplay-Mylo Xyloto