Mr. Vigil's Block Six Class: Chemistry One

I have collar bones and skin, and a face with lips that pull back to smile a smile that you can see in my eyes, my eyebrows move and my lungs fill with air and I can see, I can see a whole lot of things I can see the end of my nose and my hands every line has a story maybe the future I don't really know, but I know what the scars mean when I fell down or when I ran into the wall my feet know what grass feels like, dirt in between my toes, but they also remember gravel and maybe that's what life is, the feeling of grass and of gravel and the space in between, breath in and breath out breath in breath out breath in breath out it's crazy how many breaths you take in a minute or in a year, memories could be measured in breaths the times they sped up or the times they stopped, breath blink stop and stare, from the beginning of time people have been predicting the end of the world hoping, praying that the world won't go on without them, but life will go on, atoms will bond and so will people, people will fall in love long after you are gone the world will spin even when it is void of human life we are not nearly as important as we think we are, I imagine the sun's light is lonely as it travels through space but when it lands on my skin it knows it has found it's home, warming me working it's way through my cells, if there is importance in our existence than it is simply to be. 

A love letter to the Collective Consciousness

One day I will only be mentioned in the past tense. 

And I wish I knew how you'd respond when you heard the news. 

When you realized that memories were all that were left of me. 

I would be forever fleeting in your mind, drifting away. 

Scraps of paper that kept blowing out of your hands. 

One day you wouldn't remember me. 

My future could only ever be thought about in the hypothetical. 

There's something beautiful in that idea. 

A freedom to be remembered in only the best light. 

There's something sad in thinking that you couldn't remember the last things you said to me. 

Someone will remember something about me that will break your heart.

Maybe you'd see a picture that reminded you of how my left eye got smaller than my right when I smiled. 

Maybe you'd think about how I walked on my toes because I was always ready to run away. 

"He liked laying down a lot. 

On the floor. 

On the roof of his car."

I liked closing my eyes and taking big breaths. 

Yesterday I saw two birds. 

Floating above a telephone wire. 

And I saw one fall out of the air, his heart stopped, right in between the beats of his wings. 

And I watched him return to the ground.

And life went on. 

Life will go on. 

Life goes on. 

Go on. 

Look back only when you must. 

Only when you've lost your way. 

My shadow will point you north. 

It's funny living in a dream, since the impossible seems so possible, so tangible. But just remember one thing, I am love, I am in love, and I will always be in your heart.