We sit outside
Gazing at clouds
. Hoping for that eye.
That caught spark from a swirl of flames
. Reaching for air, climbing high.
This beer gets me going.
I’m left in my thoughts delving deep in a pool of my character where I hope to fish out that perfect line reeling you in for a time of storytelling.
And there, I caught you. quick. with a gentle sting. only to let you go.
But, darling don’t forget that I am as real as you and still enjoy the company of honesty.
At every moment, I am trying to make history that shall remain and make me feel whole for a while.
Every intimacy a poem.
Every memory a piece of the puzzle.
Completing my world, frame by frame.
This ocean of faces.
Some come. Some go. Some remain.
But Me, Myself and I all are one in the same.
For in this world, me and myself, live for a very unique discovery.
The Me prodigy.
The more love spread the easier it is to see.