They invite you to dwell on nothing and everything at once. Oddities that soften the sounds that surround you and amplify the beat of life in each breath you take. Far from strangers but hidden in plain sight. Indulging your focus through a narrow tunnel view. Dilating your pupils and lifting your skin through spontaneous extraordinary sensory awareness while depriving you the passage of time. A temporal trap in eternity before you snap and walk away.

What to believe,
What not to believe
You ponder.

Life is relative,
so don't get deceived.

Only that which you
experience and perceive,
must be believed.

if you think
that you really
know who you are,
it most likely means
that you don't,
your body isnt
the only thing
that ages,
your experiences
grow bigger,
you're like sand
on a beach,
waiting for the wind
to pick your next
residence,
and it's all
too random.

Why me, why now?
These questions can’t be answered, but changes can be made
What I think I lost, could be a way of getting paid
For all the days, weeks and years left for me to understand
That life is full of experience and experience makes a man

Life is
Cold water.
A little dip
Refreshes,
A little pull
In the current
Is drifting
Washed up on a distant shore
Lucky if you're breathing,
To know you have been cold.

We stood and watched,
mesmerized by its brilliance,
pacified by the warmth
that radiated through our bodies.

Our highs flowed up through the heat,
riding the tips of the flames
as they licked at the sky,
incandescent and greedy.

We knew it was burning too hot,
too fast—
but only the crash can humble the high.

Mistakes, regrets and feeling pain,
Fun, happiness and being fain..
We do succeed and we do fail.
These all are useful living gain.

Sometimes we fall, but then we rise
And being strong we get a prize.
Sometimes we lose, but then we find.
The darkness's hidden by the light

August 2017

You are disconnected
and the cure for that is

to fill yourself up with loss as love
and not wait on an experience to make it happen
or others to fill you in

only you can make you happy
by your own will and desire

Drugs are like people
When we first meet them
You get such a thrill
How could such an experience
Be contained in a vessel
We try to keep our distance
Addiction makes us look dependant
But we can't wait to get more

OH that sweet taste of fulfillment

People are like drugs
We put some on a pedestal
We look at others with disdain
It's so easy to blame it on them
The chemicals in our brains
So cynical but the truth is
That once you get used to it
Life is pretty mundane.