Original world.

So I'm half convinced I've died a thousand times.
every time you get nervous about the spiked fence on the church next door,
slip on the ice and get it through the eye.
but it's the infection which kills you.
you have to rip yourself free.
takes more courage than I own.

every time you think your headache might be a stroke.
it is.
it was just in another life.
I've died so many times and done nothing for it.
so many funerals I've never bothered to plan.
I want to know what those worlds look like.

so many worlds I'll never see.

what makes this one so special
that it's the one I spend the most time in?
what makes this my primary?
is it my crime scene? the source of my vindication?
or somewhere in between?