It seems I have friends in odd places. They remind me that I'm alive. A clock that anxiously waits to tell me where to go. A red light that intimidates me into staying still.
A mirror with a strange face in it. They turn off my autopilot, and I realize that I am here. I'm living a life. i am the universe observing itself. I am alive and I'm letting myself die.
I've spent so much time moving in calculated ways. To press buttons for a screen that never completely fills. To move in small circles to the same plots.
Living in past memories, hoping maybe this time the ending will be different. I remember I had dreams of happy faces. I had a stomach that held butterflies where the pit is.
I have legs that want to run, hands that's shaped to hold another's. I can see in this moment, that this is all I really have.
I'm strong enough to fight in a thousand wars if victory meant inner peace. The problem is, in the battlefield I forget I'm fighting. Autopilot returns.
I'm writing this before the autopilot begins again. In the field the while the enemy gets ready to attack. To help you remember that there's a life worth fighting for.
You have the power to give that strange face in the mirror a smile. That if you can just remember you're alive, that maybe you can finish the fight.