watched the sun break the dark of night from the bowels of the bar after nineteen hours straight of work, oh wait i went home for one hour, so not nearly but close enough... the worst thing was being sober. i don't know why red bull and rum makes me feel ill but a pastelito and a joint at six am was good to get to sleep.
the weather has turned so strange these past few days wind on the water fog and no sun to be seen but feeling the humidity. its waiting coiling to spring into a fury of gustiness or oppressive heat. i want to leave. i need a change i'm chasing a feeling i need to move to breathe
the shadows of my life are shifting swirling while i stand and observe. its not enough. so i'll let this wind lift me and carry me your way even if only fleetingly. we'll see.
your face in my mind in my memory
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