I have to write. I stare at this blank page and it stares back taunts me. It feeds off me like a leech it feast on my fears for breakfast and sips my anxiety like tea. Never satisfied until I write. So here I sit Staring through this open window waiting for the magic. From… Continue reading Magic
fit to fit in is a privilege
chasing a dream a dream I had once a dream of something normal. The old normal. A culdesac barbecue block party with a domestic drink and a domestic life. This is different. The smell of a culdesac turns me vegan.
Planning for the future with a hammer and a couple nails. It's a joke I know but it's the truth. The nails are a bit rusted felt like I should mention that. Bent too. Head to Home Depot to have your card rejected but find a two by four on the way home. Buddy… Continue reading the day before yesterday
The black panther lives in the rainforest. This is the home of Faith. The promising work of a florist. Home forever even as a wraith. Enchanting the world with sunny kisses. Always with you like a reprise. True nature's cheery missus. In spring time, love is carried on the breeze. Her beauty undeniable by… Continue reading Faith
getting knocked down has become part of my mourning routine
we all want a second chance; to run- or jump fly dance a second chance to dance. i want to dance dance until i can't feel my legs and we have to fly away
it's like time- paused; and we came back picked up exactly where we left out. it was never perfect but on late nights i never wanted to be anywhere else- but they took me away cuffed in a back seat. processed & told to wait; wait until-
it's like we turned the clock; left everything the way it was, except for us. i've changed. either for good or for bad- the road traveled left scars memories; made a lot of 2nd opinions on things once ruled out. to give everything a second chance so life doesn't have anymore what ifs.
sometimes just sometimes i come out of this deep hole that i burried to see the sun in all it’s glory go see a movie boba maybe a new hoodie and shortly return to the hole and consider doing that again next week. (maybe)
first idea after we landed was a cheeseburger with grilled diced onions. that detail was everything yes you need a good burger but without that singular topping; i'd have passed on any other burger
they'd never believe the whole story; it's too wild- weak to week; i knew i was wrong- for the right reason i was wrong. the clock never hit 7pm, for our sunset- i remember those nights they'd never believe we'd wake one day apart talking about a sunset together