feeling in between, like no bubble can bring to the lips
conterfeit, lost in abyss, wanting so badly, want for a word that says, this
then grapple for eternity
stumble on stumbling letters, falling into place like a melody
existing in a moment in time, beat down and empowered, all there is to it, all there is to release it, all there is to compose! to grasp! Wait your turn that never comes
and I sit cross legged, with a cup of coffee and I look back shaking my head, oh how far I've come, man here's to that
I ask forgiveness from my old dog, who I neglected...the poor boy is gone
****** stuck in muck, where can the process emerge, how can the subtlety grasp onto the big leviathan, allowing little particles of coconut goodness to sprinkle over towns, bringing a day of glory and joy
the power to forgive, between the auto-pilot of conversation, read out loud, pronounced as a competition!
reverting back to that old way of sales pitch, selling forgiveness on the streets! Tainted? no, more like...genuine intent but lost in translation, lost in apathy, deaf ears, no
forgiveness, not to forget, but to make the personal decision, a selfish thing, really, to forgive yet never speak to the person ever again
I'll take a glass of that and raise you fifty