Meathead Monologue

feel it

what does it feel like?
to have the lips of the sun graze gently upon your rosy face;
to have the limbs of the trees rubbing your shoulders comfortably;
to have the moon and the stars bottled up at your bedside;
to have that happiness you do;
what does it feel like?
what could it possibly feel like to finally understand that love isn't everything,
that life is precious,
and that appreciation is key?
what does it feel like to have happiness under your thumb?
to have the winds beckon to your hand?
to have the world spinning just beneath your toes?
to have everything you could ever want and more?
what does that feel like?
oh, what does that feel like?
do you feel that deep inside of you?
is it under your heart, or right on top of it?
does it weigh you down or lift you?
can you feel it shaking your bones with pleasure,
and squeezing your lungs with excitement?
do you feel it in your toes when you walk,
in your fingertips when you wave?
can you feel that feeling in your smile
when you experience what it's like to be content?
do you feel it?
oh god, do you feel it now?

good, now take that feeling
and make it weep.
make it your bitch.
make it scream and cry until it begs for your sweet mercy.
make it so sure that it never wants to betray you like it is infamously known for.
make it so god damn sure that it will never, ever leave your heart again.
let it know through sheer pain and terror that you've been waiting all your life for that feeling,
and now that you had it within your astonishing grasp,
it was not going anywhere.
that feeling is and always will be yours for the taking.
do you feel it now?
oh god, do you feel it now?

r.k.