dawn

If a cat was your guide through the afterlife..

So at the moment of death, your Pineal gland releases, and what you loved the most is there to great you..

And time slows in a dream, so you’ll have time.And you’ll walk back through memory, and you’ll see how everything would have been if you did it right.

I’d tell the cat, tell my cat..

“Show me then”

Show me what everyone is so desperate to know.

If it’s a fog without light, then let it swirl around me and ease me to sleep.

Let it hum that soft lullaby.

Let it twist and turn and cradle my skull.

If that’s what it is..

Monster looks back at me with that look, that curious look I had never seen in another feline..

(You assume that’s what it is)

Fuck man, spent enough time thinking about it.. they drilled a story into my head…

And.. and I got so tired.

When it was all over.

When I traveled the straight and narrow, I got so tired..

SO bored, so bored with people…

I was..bitter,

(And nasty)

Yes, nasty dude.. that’s what I was..

When the party ended.

When the promise dwindled and all I was staring at was a dial tone…

I did it.

Didn’t invest..

(And here we are)

Here we are….

Jodi Foster’s dad was the chosen avatar of the aliens in Contact..

Then..

Maybe my cat could be the avatar of the Reaper..

And by the time your Pineal gland is out of juice,, and by the time your brain activity truly stops, and the last synapse is fired…

Maybe you’ll be at peace with it.

Maybe you’ll be ready.

ANd you’ll be happy that you felt so much…had all that love, all that joy, all that fun,all that connection…

You’ll be glad for it.

ANd you won’t exist in regret…

Right before the lights go out….

I like it because it’s a mystery.

To all of us.

And it’s connected to space and the sheer fucking SIZE of it all..

Swirling galaxies,exploding stars, rare black holes…

What you carry around on your shoulders…it..

It seems like it shouldn’t be.

Just like the Universe..

Too weird,,,

Too goddamn weird…

(A circuit board comes close)

Yeah..there’s a similarity,,,

For sure.

Like highways and driveways mimic the capillaries of the blood.

The cells and the vessels..

You are nature, you mimic nature, what you make mimics you mimicking nature…

(And we’re all gonna die)

Bet your bottom dollar…

We are, eventually…

(You shouldn’t think about it so much)

Sometimes, and I mean this, sometimes I can’t control what I think about.

For better or worse,,,usually worse..

(You should know better…)

Fuck you.. I wrote it down, and now I feel better.

So fuck you..

Fahq—-youuuuu

Don’t tell me what to do.

Fuck you…

(You shouldn’t think about it so much)

Yeah…probably.

You’re probably right