static v.s.z

STATIC

How long does it take for a house to become a home?

How many hours spent facing the same vacant walls, held hostage by subdued whispers of “this was only meant to be temporary”.

How long is too long, watching the sun rise and fall while the Earth persists in its same unfaltering ellipsis, and life’s warm glow rests upon a thousand other places.

How many nights on the frigid tile of the bathroom floor until its familiarity becomes a comfort.

Funny, how it slips right past you And then you are looking back at it from the other side.

To go from leaving home and facing the unknown To the unknown becoming home

And that is the great paradox — The plight of this existence

Is it better to hold fast To stay and sleep or to rise and fight and burn?

Because I have spent years craving sleep, longing for a reprieve from the static of chaos, And this numbness is soft and inviting.

But how long before this numbness becomes worse than what it costs to drag each petrified limb up from the floor — to begin living again. x