From going hip and leaving the simple behind to seeking the good old times

What are we but mindless vagrants?

I don't know what to expect anymore... But I am fine with it.
I don't know where the day will take me... But I have learned to deal with it.
I don't know why I am the way I am... But I have made my peace with it.
I don't know why people leave while some stay ... But I embrace it all.
I don't know what will hurt me because sometimes the saucer is hotter than the cup.

But hey... I am happy living one day at a time.

My peripheral vision tells me I have about 28 seconds
I blankly stare at the grey waters breaking over my feet
23 seconds and it will be over
I can feel the cactus fingers seeking me
I wish I can close my eyes but if I do, then I am no one
The last of me would fade with me
In a few seconds, 16, I will be one with the sea

I imagine I can hear a flower bloom somewhere in the forest behind me

10 seconds to eternity

8 and they can see me now
The long buttery fingers slip through the forest of people
Reaching for me

3 and I feel at peace with a tinge of anxiety for the unknown
1 all I see is se-

When you have nobody to count on.
Is it really a sad thing?

Here I am.
Lying on the dry grass with the ocean above me.
The ripples crash and sway, orchestrating watery fireworks.

A drop drips on my cheek and I smile.
Nobody but me.

The sun tints the sidewalk a dark grey
The water splashing from the hose leaves an earthy smell in contact
I stand to inhale the wet hot earth
My palms are sweaty as the sidewalk and I feel one with it
I bend down to sit on the sidewalk with my palms pressed down

I sit cross-legged with my bare legs grazing against the hot cement
The four O clock sun props up a shadow right above my head and it is no longer sunny where I am

I stand up dust my skirt and walk home

Can you stop with one? Well then it never was passion for emotions
Can you douse it with a single drop of water? Then the fire wasn't a raging one!
Can you protect yourself from the gale with your will? Then you never were weak enough
Can you hide your lies in your lips as they sip on the last margarita? Then you never were real...

A galactic tune reverberates in my head
I am able to sense the depth of my head for the first time
Corners I have never been to, lanes I have never known existed

I stroll through the dark as I am magnetically pulled through, with no exact destination
I know there is no escape, I don't want to escape
I don't fight it

The sun would rise soon
And I became the first to my knowledge to dread it
For this cold, dark orbit I am in, I am comfortable than ever