It's Just The Way It Is Really I dunno like Sometimes All the time Reflecting on the past is the worst thing to do. I dunno like. Maybe What if The only way to change the past is by rebuilding the future. I dunno like Options Decisions It's hard to rationalise everything at the same time when there's only one issue. I dunno I don't actually want to know Can we skip a few chapters and go straight to the conclusion

2 In 1 Wonderer....dreamer...lone lost soul Surrender to the darkened abyss of being alone Some may find it comforting being infused to the low humming of murmurs Most find delight in light hearted conversation The melodic chuckles and smiles between people. Friends. limbo between the awareness of being sober and the fearlessness of toxins within the blood Stream....flow......motion...let it all go The silence of time and space and the after shock of tears Deep thoughts of yesterday's nothing and the repetition of today Inner emotions reflected into stone. Patience awareness it's not that bad being alone Let the heart beat become intune with the supple and suckle wine of the cloudy thoughts That May or may not pass through my lips Passion is through the fingertips lusting through the hips Paramour my paramour take off your armour Open my cranium look into me You won't like what you see Eyes like ice Fire in the blood So many things unsaid Turned into spoken word

Journey #life It's like a repetition of to's and fro's A structured sentence were all in a solemn silence The slow rock of our natural rhythm We are so many yet none Such a lack of communication Such a lack of community As a race we are one living breathing self conscious state all afraid of one thing. All afraid of change. Hoping that one day the pathways we have chosen will temporarily collide another's route all it takes is time.

I love you. But you don't care. Story of my #life.

Analysis I see dark days and rain, I see people walk past that street corner every day And even look twice at that poor man sitting on the side Saying to him self 'I used to be you' In my suit and shirt and tie going to work and thinking I was doing Something right. Until I had one too many drinks after work and fought with my wife Who made me sleep on the cold hard couch with my metal glass and the rest of my blurred, slurred liquid night. Turned up to work late. Eyes red. Headaches. Lunch break glass of wine, two, three Empty bottle. Back to work. "I'm fine". Boss man comes by "last check is on Friday". I see dark days and blue sky's turn to red turn to grey as I close my eyes and now I'm sitting on the side begging for pennies as my liver is failing and I'm feeling deprived. I see nice shoes as I close my eyes only to return to the other side. I met the chicken."