One of my spoken word ones. What do you think?? The show from within my soul rolls like a race never run. The flickers of happiness that warmed my sights abandoned ship and jumped off a cliff to a place that I could not follow not because I couldn’t but because I wouldn’t. I am a stranded angel who clipped his own wings because he saw the flight into midnight scarier than the monotony that encompasses the daily grind. See in my weakened state I am lacking the major asset I should be packing so I do not step to you and straighten this curved line that my nearly empty mind seems to follow. Instead I see what I want, don’t want, need, and could do without in my mind’s eye. In my mind’s eye I visualize the; if, when, why, how, where, and who, all of which in time turns my dark brown eyes into a sea of downing blue. In me I created a you and me, and a forever that seemed to fade as quickly as morning dew. The over embellishment of an eye that sees not in reality but in a dream caused a fantasy that didn’t just go up in smoke but burned my heart like steam heated to the nth degree. My eye makes a “hi” and “bye” turn into “take me I’m yours!!” It sees a” how are you?” as an “expose your deepest secrets to me, tell me the fears that make you lock yourself in your room and through away the key.” Whenever it hears “not today,” or “maybe some other time.” My eye makes my heart hear, “haha you can’t have me you’ll never be mine.” The phone rings and I talk myself out of a panic attack as I hear the other sides of me laughing in the back. “It is not her, why would it be her?” What would prompt a purposefully dialing of my number? A childish dream meant for not, just something once again that my mind’s eye has sought. I am not blind I have glasses I can see, my faults lie the fact that my eye prefers to see in fantasy. It scars me when the absence of dream lends itself to scenarios in my mind that try to find suitable answers to questions never asked or asked and answered. In reality there is nothing special existing in this conundrum of a ship friend or otherwise that I am insisting there must be. So do I get it? Do I find that none of this is true in real time? This concept I discern, comprehend, and recognize but the fight begins and end not in my understanding but the picture in my mind’s eye.
