WareWritesInc
fingernails brittle from barely scratching the surface
my window whistles with a breeze of visitation
using whatever is left of my sanity to calm the nerve endings that hold your memory.
In the past, I have lacked the validity to recognize the difference between value and virtue,
those days of trust
waiting for a school bell to ring only to live in detention.
I'm sorry, I recall a multi - verse,
where we lived in the timeline we create
something to unify this universe
we usually destroy the things we hate
and call it passion.
It's true ya know, we replace words
blessings are gifts
prayers are wishes
dreams are goals
nightmares are failure
in the future, I want to exist in the in between
the omnipresence of mystery
where luck and opportunity go to grab a drink and catch up
in the magic of the moment
the wind of birthday wishes.