Right now? Staying with here, now, this moment?
This dizzying wave of noise blasting through a protective layer of music in peaks and bossy valleys – life isn’t really all that glamorous.
There is nothing fancy about who I am or what or where I come from.
Am I complicated? Oh so very much. Quite so. I am layer after layer of pain masqueraded behind plastic lips and lying eyes. And don’t tell me that eyes give people away. Sure, they can. But eyes can lie.
And what happens when you get lost in the lies of those pretty eyes.
You get dragged in, inch by inch until all you have left is a memory of your soul. Perhaps an ember or two.
-Nov. 22 2015