Life as we know it?

What does that even mean?

Nickels, dimes, quarters and hundred dollar bills.

Life as we know it consists of constant paradoxes and ambiguity.
It consists of unfulfilled expectations resulting only in disappointment.
It consists of irrevocable divisions and boundaries that have no explanations.
Life as we know it is a boundless competition that restricts us to the most minuscule of ways.
It is an ever-changing rough draft of ourselves.
It is the most unoriginal concept one can fathom.

So when life as we know it is forgotten... I will be thankful.
For I cannot wait until the day that life as I know it begins.

Life as I know it consists of shelves upon shelves of books.
Paperback, hardback, and my own novels themselves.
It consists of cloud filled skies inviting me into the world of self-reliance.
It consists of the crunch of a dead leaf and trees reaching beyond the limits.
It consists of solitude and good company and soaring birds.
Life as I know it is mortal.
It is simple.
It is beautiful.
It is mine.

Life as I know it consists of hope beyond hope.
Life as I know it consists of me.

And I own the sky.