what a day,
the first memorial day spent away.
I think and drink-
wonder why Im here again.
lurking in my own dark apartment;
thinking about the place I dream to be,
the city i hated so hard,
yet im yearning for the dirtyness.
the memories
the conversations,
the one who meant the world to me.
Life is certainly not anything it used to be.

that than when and how
guess add multiply
figure it out
confused isolated alone
we are the ones
you are the cure
and i am the disease

where is mind.
\is it outside
inside
under the bed
over the moon
in the roome
on the spoon.
where
where oh were
can some one please
help me find it
im hurting inside
i feel like somethings missing.
its my mind

Why is being happy such a challenge?
I find myself asking the same question at times.
please don't answer it.

How come forgiveness is not something that can be granted? ESPECIALLY during the Holidays?

crunch and lunge,
sprint and squat
stretch and pace
trying to make it first in the race
head straight eye on the prize
physically
and mentally
preparing for the best me
I can ever come to be

crunch and lunge,
sprint and squat
stretch and pace
trying to make it first in the race
head straight eye on the prize
physically
and mentally
preparing for the best me
I can ever come to be

as the wind blows,
the air chills,
the frost nips at my nose,
and the cold chaps my lips;
I think about the life I live
and the future ahead.
It may be blissful and bright,
or perhaps short lived,
however the cards play out
there is only one thing
I live to think about;
**everything happens for a reason