I am both. I contain each. Equal parts. Evening it out. Making it straight. Not so high, always kinda late. It’s somewhat hard to regulate. Exactly what I need to speculate. ..
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Sugar sweet, on two feet. Baby doll, on a stroll. Snapping her fingers, looking so fine. Can’t believe the girl is mine. Sometimes I win. At times life is very sublime.
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I turn around, where are you? I hoped you’d stay. I pretend anyway. Take my heart, piece of me, bad memory? Vicious love, the desperate kind. I never see. I always find…..
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Ezra and I….Morning ritual….
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…at times it’s hard to tell…other times you just can’t sell….all the things that can’t be found…when actually they are all around…gibberish sometimes is fine…..I’m smiling all down the line….
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The shelves are empty, the room is bare. Contents removed, packed away with care. Warmth and love resided here. Joyous laughter filled the air.
Empty shadows and barren shelves are what remain. The wonderful memories, we will retain. It will happen, we know it’s true. Letting go is hard to do.
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…my childhood home…sadly been prepping for sale…
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Sitting on the couch, holding her hand. I’m happiest there, she understands. Sparkling eyes, crinkled smile. Turned up nose, her very own style. I’m lost in a haze, my heart is ablaze. Everything’s alright for awhile….
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The second class citizen has no choice, or any say. An imposter in life, faking his way. Without commitments, it’s easy to fail. Without remorse, day after day….
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…brand new day…smiling away…
Escape Reality 