I flip through channels like I do the chapters in my life. It's a never ending flow, that of the hustle and I continue to slip into a rhythm of blues and high music notes. I'm a visionary and I visualize the next stepping stone yet the fog which clouds in the water hides this pretty stone. The lyrical nagging remains the same throughout the years, vibrant and two toned. This too familiar world around me moves lazily with no finesse yet I breathe calmly, dazzled by the deep red that floats in my wine glass. I cup its wholeness, embrace its presence as it fills me to quiet privacy, at last. I write, as I always do. Strength please don't leave. Oh how my thoughts they are never limited, if anything I wish them to rest just this once. So maybe for a clear moment, what I see I can fully understand. But who is to say what is to be or what will be, for the perfect in my eyes do fall. It makes slow sense that I choose to step a side and now my heart is beating for a different ride. I question not my dreams nor passions but to doubt the foundation of my early hopes, this transition from burning home to home has lost its sheltering souls. And I remain bonded yet silent, slanted smile enough to pass by as the overwhelming chaos has emotions drifting to heavy sighs. A bold man once told me, this too shall pass. But how can he be so sure that the truth will be the last.
Los Angeles, CA
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