Polarity

Roses and broken intentions .  That's what lines the street of life.

The wind took us on a ride down the streets of seclusion and it made us feel special. Deception lurked around the corner and had its eyes glued to our glued hands. I wish we were different.

I signed the pavement with a penmanship called love.

"To whom it may concern, nothing is tearing us apart so stop trying."
With resentment, death replied "You have no control."









So I took a walk with death.  He showed me how he could make good people bad. He turned flowers to ashes and put those ashes in my pocket as a souvenir.  As a symbol of fear.


Opposites are the world.




So I took a drive with life. Gorgeous. And she told me she had a secret.



Do I wanna know?

Lost in the world

It's not a question if I want it or if I need it, it's about what's fair.  I feel it slowly drifting away from me and I'm afraid it won't find its way back.  Something so new and so real.  No one knows how this feels.  Is that how that saying goes?

The quote on your shirt means nothing unless you live it.

Stop playing.

I'm on the edge staring fear right in the eye.  If you slipped off that edge and clenched onto your life, I would never let you fall.

Step back.  Let's get lost in the world together.

3 words

Maturity can be such a fallacy. But only if you follow the play book.

I've been trying to hold it back I promise. I closed my eyes, I closed myself and closed my world. Never opened up to anything. 1 step ahead, 2 steps back.

3 words.

What do they mean? Are they real?

It's hard to find the truth in such an upside down world.  Where they toss around the words like silly putty.  Morphing to please.

Selfish.

Selfish.

Selfish.

If I told you the truth would you listen? I promise it's real.

3 words.

Scenic View

Everyone says to let it go.

As I sit by the window I see thousands of people sleepwalk to solitude. Their heads are up but their hearts are down. They shuffle their feet to the beat in unison. One man thought he'd distance himself from the crowd only to find himself pulled back in. It's universal and imminent. Led by day dreamers and followed by enthusiasts the pack continues. Never stopping, always growing.

Another light goes off in the city.



From the other window I see cherry blossoms. I see elderly couples in robes and kids with pogo sticks.  Chalk lines the streets and feeds the minds of those who dare to listen. I see angels, demons, Gods. They fight over which is theirs to claim.

Another pedal falls.


I wish you could share this scenic view with me. It's too much for me alone. Everyone says to let it go.


Another dream goes.