In terms of ideologies
and personal philosophies
I find myself lacking
Critical talents born of creation
Leaving me in space
Without A North Star direction
To hang upon my sky
Forcing me to navigate without a proper guide
I seem to disappear in a world not mine to hide

A paradox of choice
I feel inspired, if not lost to total isolation
moments spent wandering overcome those of wondering
I'm only me eight hours to the day
my options dwindle as accomplishments grow

everybody visits.
come
sit
join me under the breezeway
isn't the sunset lovely?
stay for a while, I'll pull up an extra chair
lazy smiles
Sunday vibes
our feet kicked up and arms thrown back
they beam
"Oh, I could stay here forever!"
but they don't
and the sun progressively dips
reclining behind our vantage point
the other side of the mountains
and they go to follow it
Leaving me with the dusk and my thoughts until the next day comes with it’s slew of visitors

After an hour in we make it up to the cashier
and she tells us how pretty we look
and I get to smile and say thank you we just came from church
but what she doesn’t know
is that it was the first time in weeks we went to our precious Weekend service
but nothing registers beyond the pastel colored dresses of our Sunday best

evening talk in waves
crashing moods and casualties
side tracked back to me

The last little bit of a latte is just straight syrup. It’s sickeningly sweet, and yet, it’s my favorite part.