The movie ends. You rub your eyes,
get up, and leave the theatre. You go home
and think everything is like a movie.
There must always be a happy ending.
You do your drugs, your liquor, your meditation,
what ever you choose to get your rocks off.
ANd in that one moment you are perfectly happy,
at peace, on top of the world. If life were a movie
it would end right there. One glorious shot!
And the
credits roll.
But this isn't a movie. This isn't a song.
This is life, and it keeps going. You feel
fine one minute then that feeling is gone.
You are at the bottom of the world,
trying to stand up. Grasping for something
to pick you up. But the more you struggle
the worse it is.
Until you can't take it anymore!
You feel like you want to die, piss, vomit, scream!
But you don't, the external silence corking back the raw emotion inside.
But then,
suddenly you are back!
Bing Bang Boom!
The world is yours.
 And no matter how many times it happens.
No matter how much you want it to end happily,
it doesn't.
And no matter how much
you wish it to stop when the pain is too much,
you can't.
It just keeps on going.
Life is the highway with no pit stops.
Just an endless blacktop with hills and bumps and pot holes.
That cruises on into infinity.