Ordinary Thoughts

It's at times like this
that I assess the value of my existence

When nothing but a solitary silhouette,
a recorded mellow voice imprisoned in a box
and an undisturbed silence
make up your surrounding

When kins and friends are beyond reach
that you notice every pebble,
hear every cricket,
and consider every attempt to stop breathing

Well, how do you handle,
a fragile and drowning emotion
that's pulling you down to the moist of the earth?

And then a soliloquy...

How was I living...
Is it really a life I'm living...
Is it worth living...

Perhaps, I should get a life first.