Storied By Josh

I thought the world would stop for me.

I thought I would live longer than the corporations I saw the birth of. I thought we were going to change it all.

But nothing changed, even though everything did.

It was selfish, self centered and narcissistic of me. Deep down in our spleen, we all are. Music stopped being made for me. Movies stopped caring what I thought. Cars looked foreign. Friends had children and didn’t look back.

I became a spectator on a planet fixated with youth. Sometimes unhealthily so. I didn’t mind when I was the subject of that attention.

Now the world spins, rotates away from me. I’m not the sun, the revolution leaves.

Adrift. I orbit. I feel the temptation to chase an age that doesn’t exist anymore. A time that maybe never did.

I rebuild every one of my cells in seven years, we all do. I’ve been rebuilt 5 times add 3. My body betrays my mind. It’s strong, but my legs don’t jump like they did. My hands don’t touch as they were.

My back doesn’t lift. Whose body is this? It cannot be mine.

Music plays, I like the old ones. My face begins to wrinkle. My hair is grey. A costume.

A baby smiles at me. My hand envelopes it’s tiny digits.

I see an eclipse, but its Neptune. They say I’m not a planet anymore.