As You Were

So, there I was, standing in a field looking directly at the sun and asking the very important question of what matters most.

I didn’t quite ask it in a way that made sense, but often as I’m sure you know, what’s doesn’t quite make sense to one person will most certainly make sense to someone else. So, as I’m asking this very important question, I began to think of my own decisions in terms of purpose and the rationale behind what truly qualifies an emotional need vice a need that’s simply emotional.

So, as these thoughts flew in and around my own ecosystem, I began to borrow more and more from the other ecosystems; which in turn led me to find other more fantastical ecosystems. Some were filled with brilliant lights echoing a cloud of unanimous thoughts being gathered and placed in small baskets. Other ecosystems were pure liquid, cool to the touch, and never moving too far from their core of existence. One ecosystem was simply defined by the layers of music in between the notes and without the timbre, melancholy, or kaleidoscope we typically hear.

In this world, everything is symbiontic, lasting, and free to inhale.

In this world everything is finely tuned to the what ifs.

In this world, we stand at ease when we truly want to.

As you were Soldier, as you were.

M.C. Davis

Caught In The Middle

I’m
caught in
the middle
of this
way
and that
way,
and you’re
not
helping
by
standing
there
looking all
cute,
and awful
to
the touch.

I’m
imagining
the
days where
my
decision
becomes our
decision,
but
that
day has yet
to
step
foot
in this
house.

See,
I’m caught
in
the
wrong
middle,
having
to
decide my
feelings
for you
and
I’m
not
too certain
whether
you’ll
be here
when
I wake up.
I’m
still feelin‘
your
smile,
and your
touch
is
a priceless
creature.

So,
I’m
still caught
in
the middle
but it’s
cool
because
you’re
just
a
pure
glance
down
the way.

M.C. Davis