keep trying/or don’t

oftentimes i dream of the place between life and death the realm of where one goes when his feet are off the ground and he has taken his final flight. the place where he lands when the gun jams. the place he sees when the final pill rests in his dry mouth and the water seeps from his curled lips.

oftentimes i wonder if in the expanse of this space with no ups no downs no side to side no friend to face no foe to hate and no shoulder beside lies another world.

another world where his last call doesn’t go to voicemail another world where she picks up another world where she apolo

she didn’t pick up
stop dreaming
close your eyes
she didn’t pick up