I know You're there
Hope
I just have blinded myself
In my wandering
In my stupidity
In my indulgence
In my twisted mind
So, I don't think I can see
You'll have to come find me
Rescue me
Because I have spent my time
Busily crippling myself
Because honestly I deserve it
But, my Hope, I know You're there
So, please, come to my rescue
Be my Salvation,
Healing

I'm not talking about morphine;
Much less dopamine;
I speak of sensations;
Of colors, sparkles and emotions;

I speak of bright colors of space;
Verses that deliver us from disgrace;
I speak of glittering eyes;
And the power to fly through the skies;

Let the world take care of you;
Let everything stop being so blue;
Get out and feel the rain;
And let it take away your pain.

we always think about what we did with our lives
and what did it get us.
for me I gained nothing more than musings at 3am
in a forgotten spot in a forgotten town.
I was always welcomed with the smell of stale coffee that hadn’t been brewed fresh since lunch merely ten hours before.
It wasn’t a friendly welcome but it was a welcoming.

here, in this small lit up space,
I found myself disappear into something else
No longer was I was person in a cubicle, answering phones,
submitting numbers into a tired system.
I was someone who although couldn’t beat insomnia,
I made it apart of my life.
I would learn about others
and mold myself from my own clay into something new.
I made it a point to learn from my tired mind and thoughts,
I made sure I made not sleeping soundly through the night worth it.

It was always somber; just a tear stained cheek away from being devastating;
I found my home here
in the lit up shop on the corner of Sullivan and Orchard;
Where I would always be greeted by the smell of stale coffee that hadn’t been brewed fresh since lunch merely ten hours before.