Life

There is an ever present conscience in me that thinks time might be catching up to me, that life is not a small creek we can walk through, but rather a broken dam that we must try to reign in. And so i go and i try my best to tame this wild thing we call life. I like to think I can. Life wants me thinking I can. Who am i fooling? It just continues its path and I'm, well... along for the ride.

I'm sold

Dreams came as if like premonitions of a life to come or maybe as a teasing preview of what another life could've been. Either way, I woke to the sound of your face, to the colors of your voice. Morning took me, shook me, woke me. And there it was, your letter, you message for that day, your constant thought over me, or so like to think. Just as the morning stole my dreams, your words woke me up again. How I wish I could see you more like you are in my dreams, 'cause you own them already but i wished i own yours. Maybe I bought them already. I don't know but I'm sold. To you girl I'm sold.