misplaced.

I woke up with a hole inside of me.  I bled out on the pages of the universe last night.  I suppose I expected the blood to clot and the wound to heal while my body was resting.  Secretly, or maybe not so secretly, I hoped it would be my final rest.  The one of which I walk thru that ambiguous doorway filled with light to find my reward for enduring the trials and tribulations punted at me in this earthly life.  Heaven?  Doubtful.  But I like to think a better life does lie ahead nonetheless.  I digress.  So I woke up with this hole still bleeding.  I have masked over the hole with a spray tan on the skin, fresh coat of hair dye, and a hint of cosmetics to invoke misplaced confidence.  I have put one foot in front of the other and am ready to fool the world into thinking I have it all.  In reality, I wonder how much longer I can hold on.