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….and I live my life

moths quiver the beams of porch light
that softly decorate her senescent face
and from a distance you can’t quite see
the prosaic disenchantment in her gaze

many a night I’ve seen her sitting there
the hazy, red glow each time she inhales
catches my eye and I’m drawn in fully

completely captivated by her dispiritedness

and I wonder who she really is
what must of happened to her in her past
to leave her so detached from life

or if she ever really lived at all

close to eighteen years now that I’ve seen
her there within flickering shadows
night after long night, just sitting
inhaling long, deep drags of her only friend

….and I think

I don’t want to be all alone like her
beneath a moth orchestrated light show
staring blank into a living world
stranded broken in a life already lived

….and I say out-loud
to myself

save yourself from your own insanity
pepper your days with fervor
to season the mundane

salt your moments with intrigue
to set your soul aflame

get up, get out
and go
anywhere,
everywhere!

and I stand up
I close my curtains
I slip on my shoes
...and I open the door

©LadyRaine