Reality - Project Vela

Your breath is short, life is fleeting.

I’m not ready for mine to take on a

different meaning

Discretion of death—indiscriminate and capricious, like saying fuck it,

let’s give a vicious pull at the strings of a puppet that looks and acts and

sounds like me, ‘cause I’m the creator, the actor, the animator

When everything in life gets harder, we’ll both suffer the fate of a stone

dropped in water

Crafting a persona, putting on a new face.

I’m taking back control of this

inanimate case of something that used to smile, something that used to laugh,

obsessed with a reality that I can’t go back

Down the hatch goes all the pain that ends up stuck in my throat.

I want to push my fingers down inside to make me throw up all the hurt,

up all the doubt

You know it’s gotta come out.

But the way we live this life is in pain

Vibrant in an instant, ghost adjacent the next.

A photo captures life but

ignores death’s effects.

A spark in the eyes, a gleam in the smile,

makes it seem like life might be normal for a while, but it’s not.

The norm is now a fight and a struggle hidden behind a slight joke.

It’s a juggling act between now and eventual like playing in the rain and the

sun hits a puddle—it evaporates and dissipates.

Turns out this life is nothing

great without you

Everything ripped away

It’s harder every day

There’s nothing left to say

I need you with me

Is this reality?