May 30, 2017
like the wind blown trees at the top of the peak - im steel gray and twisted. my gut in knots. what brought me 2,000 miles across the country? today i am reminded why i am here.Â
poppies like tissue paper
leaves of wax
mango roseÂ
dried pineÂ
only the sound ofÂ
wind
heart ache
your fucking voiceÂ
lusting
feeling onlyÂ
eyes locking
humble again
set back
fell down
self defeat - was
set up for let down
glances
caught them
dripsÂ
lays back down
strong, brave, relentless - was
staring at the moon staring at the stars
staring into the neighbors picture window
must do
must tryÂ
must BE
no longer
fear
hiding in the shadows
following me on the train
bound by nightfall
simply be
simply without answering
you you you
chump change
3 fingers at you
this is itÂ
