_ I am uncertain of the nails and screws which builds me. I must let you be aware I am absolutely

b r o k e n


I was astronomically stripped of my Identity. It vanished seconds within my unorthodox arrival, receiving a massive blow to face and head. The trauma alone was not the pain.
Being able to not express my pain.
That is truly troubling.
Words were fragile as wet paper.
My voice had as much volume as a tv on its lowest setting.
I swear my loudest screams, could be properly heard under water in the deepest ocean in the world. Before in this place of infinite brightness and space. Torment! Blast! Is this hell?
My thoughts were literally eating and picking me apart.
Emotions. All flowing and running through me.
The design of being human with complexities serve no purpose.
Good nor evil lives here.
A place where forgiveness and grief feels the same....
Existing is just living.
I can learn to heal with love
For lies and destruction are powerless!
Life is its own creator
My faith as strong as
My aging heart.
We cannot control fate
Fate and destiny are human concepts never meant to be controlled only followed..
We can only create aspects of our individuality to morph into realty
My purpose may have faded
My impression and impact remains legendary...._

You remind me of summertime
Feverish, wrathful and long days
When the passions trapped between our lips
Dance at noon, freezing
The scenes of bliss that
Decorates the empty caverns of our hearts
Being and becoming all at once
You remind of summertime
When the air burns wickedly
And we stagger to breathe-in
The chaos and outbursts of the sun
When the branches sway gayly
As the warm hushed wind passes infinity
You remind me of summertime
When our backs lay flat on hard dry earth
As grasses entangle beneath our feet
Just as our arms embrace each others nearness
You remind me of summertime
Of many things about the world
All the things that have been said
And all the things that are yet to be said
You remind me of summertime
When the exhuberance of youth
Is on full display, running and carousing
On the streets at twilight
Or under the hushed divinity of the rosy dawn
You remind me of summertime
Just as we carry the weight of yesterdays
In these fleeting remembrances
When all things bright and sunny
And dark and turgid are found and lost
From all the people that had come by and stopped, from those who walked beside, and those who ran with us amidst the fast changing of the sun.
You still and ever will, remind me of that time.