75/M/Charlotte, NC I've lived on a pinball machine. Frantic off bumbers and flippers and tilting. I love the action but I'm fading and my balls are lost. 264 followers / 67.0k words
Life is real we lie we steal we cry girl killed me robbed her womb too small to see tiny attic room we would've had a ton of fun you could've known your son.
I outlived such penalties that bring me shames' fines or ugly looks in churches where Jesus truly shines. Old mad Bill still searches for his lover in the mines.
It bullies us constantly to be at a place a specific time God help us if we're late no excuses it's a crime. Seconds we race to please the clock we fear wicked lies it rules the fools we truly are. We live and die like flies.
I lost you in my chaos some hurricane attitude. I've felt the sacred loss inside painful solitude. I look for you everyday in the out of way places we always seemed to stay searching all our spaces.