“I’m nothing special… in fact I’m a bit of a
bore…”
No madness
in me… all sanity in me… one life… baby eyes.. Seeing things for the first
time. Not.
Maybe.
I gave
myself a haircut.
Not bad.
Drinking expired
bottled orange juice.
Even better.
Live a little
… feel a little.. Stop being numb … stop being loud mouth and feel for real?
Feel 25… am
35… where did the years go?
Blessed…
tormented… loved…hated… envied… looked down upon… who isn’t?
Pork roast
and gravy… no veggies… leftovers.. No tsk tsk… no desire for seconds…
Stiff upper
lip.. Silent retreats…
Love never
had so how can it be lost…
Dancing eyes..
Bearded looks.. Scoffing walk by..
Misunderstood..
Bad memory doesn’t help to defend…
Pure heart…
hearty laughter..
Soft voice..
Shocking results…
Painful shoulders…
suck it up…
Live on
rockstar…
1 year… 3
months… 8 days…
Reaching for
the shadows…
Holding on
to the voice…
Feeling the
smile….
“I don’t wanna talk about things we’ve gone
through… now it’s history…. The winner takes it all… the loser takes the fall”
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