"The Stroke of Midnight"

A day ends and a new day begins in a split second. The tick of the clock is counting down what remains with no regards. It never ceases. I am alone. My mind is awake. My body is in some pain but only a little, from age I guess. My heart is empty yet full because I have no one to pour it out to. Does that even make sense? Forty years ago I would never have imagined that I am where I am this night. But who really knows how their life will be like even within the next second, much less decades into the future? It could very well end in less than a snap of your fingers.

I find my way. I reach goal after goal. Sometimes it’s the most difficult task and I get discouraged. I have even given up a time or two. But I move forward just like the hands on that damn clock. I can lie down at night sometimes and that’s the only thing I hear, that damn clock. It’s a constant reminder that for me time is going backwards. It’s coming to a close. Until that moment comes, I want to live. I want to do things I have never done. I want to meet people I have never met. I want to see things I have never seen. I want my mind to be rocked, my heart to overflow from grandchildren. I want to walk a mile in your shoes. I want to dream more dreams. I want to hear music. I want to write. I don’t want a “bucket list”. I want a “Fuck it, I’m doing it” list. Most of all, I want to be in love again.