sincerely, the future
dear present,
i am the target of a thousand arrows.
the bullseye for a thousand knives.
the dartboard for a thousand hateful words.
and every one of these things leaves damage by the thousands.
and i cry a thousand meaningless tears
to try and cope with the thousands of problems i do not understand
i close my eyes.
and for a thousandth of a second,
i see the lightning dance.
this powerful, beautiful bolt leaving destruction and awe.
this blade of light piercing my body.
and for a thousandth of a minute, it's all okay
and these thousands of problems don't hurt so much.
and for a thousandth of a second, i don't fear.
and for a thousandth of a millisecond, i can breathe.
i open my eyes to face the thousands.
and i feel nothing.
completely empty.
except for a flash of electricity in my heart.
except for a sudden surge of energy in my mind.
and it only lasts for a thousandth of a billionth of a second.
but i can feel it, the storm within.
and it's coming.
in a thousand minutes.
in a thousand hours.
in a thousand days.
i don't know when, but it's coming.
and you can either be the damage or watch in awe.
and so i wait.
and i close my eyes.
and for a thousandth of a second,
i can feel the lightning within me dance.
until then,
the future