Monday, November 12, 2012


Sunny days
No cares or concerns
Snowy evenings
Hours spent playing in the watery cocain
Distant futures
A family, nice house, big yard, maybe a dog
But those only come sometimes
The majority is spent is a state more unbalanced
I can't recall most of them
They end to fade as my eyes regain focus
The ones that stick are like honey on a Afro
a carpet stained with red wine
Blood on a suit
A small piece of corn in your teeth
Their in for the long hall
Rummaging around in my mind when I rest
Parading through my waking hours
They are as vivid as life itself
And they make
But sometimes they make not want to ever wake up.

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