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.

Finding God in the phone book

Love and hate keep calling me.

I disconnected the phones and locked the door, but God keeps finding me.  On days like this I usually  close the windows.  I think I'll let heaven seep through.

Shift

You never gave a second thought about becoming older.

You never took the time to think about how things would change.  All you've ever known is giving a happy thought away to someone who would listen.  No one ever told you that one day people would stop caring.

They never gave you a list of things that would make you happy.  Get the money and become rich.  9 to 5 doesn't cut it anymore and suddenly she's not that into him.  They wonder what went wrong.

They never defined love.  They never told you how to know if you've found it and if it's real.  You learned about dating and kissing and the s word.  But they never told you that love was involved.  They never said anything about lying and hatred and joy and hurt.  About the hard times that led to peace of mind.  They never told you that good follows the bad, and sometimes people don't last through the bad.

It's the way they make us think.  The way they convince us that our potential is out there and once we find it and bring in the green, then we deserve happiness.

No one ever told you that happiness and potential lie within you waiting for desire.

They never told you that things would shift and no matter how hard you try to fight it, clouds always find you.  But life is gonna be good. They never told you that. So I will.

Month of August

I think I'll take a walk down this lonely street,

and try to make something good out of nothing.











Wake up and wonder what happened to your good intentions.

A Long Drive With Nothing To Think About (1)

 

No one ever knows where they're going.  They only know why they go.

This. Is the hardest part.  This is the part that drugs you up, and strips away all that you are. It molds into something good, and real, and ties it to a helium filled balloon.

This is the part, where the balloon lifts off.  Waving goodbye to the kid who never thought life would get this hard.  Who sits on the pavement legs crossed, watered eyes staring back at the sun.

This is the part, where the balloon finds you. 

This is when you sit out on the pavement in front of your new life.  This is when you stare back at the sun with watered eyes, wondering if things would always happen like this.

The Sun beats down without answers, the wind carries away your thoughts.

This is when I take a walk through the midnight city .  Sleepwalking over fields of badly timed love letters.