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.