Reaching out to find out how more of her universe worked
Everything was subtly connected in fascinating ways
So when she ran into a dead end, she would happily start over
Except when that meant flushing years of work down the proverbial mental toilet
Reacting like anyone would, under those circumstances, she would become depressed
Cautiously she would begin to feel better and begin a new journey down a path she had yet to explore
Her energy renewed, ready to tackle another problem
Debris swirled in the breeze caused by the opening door
Uncovering a notebook long forgotten, if the amount of dirt inside the chamber.
She bent down to grab it, to unlock its secrets
The moment she touched it she turned to…
Viewing life through a gauzy sheet of emotions
Everything was fuzzy and slightly off color
It made things less scary and more comfy
Living that way also meant never really knowing what was real
Chill hung in the air and in her heart as she observed the frozen landscape.
Only fools and the desperate would be out in this mess.
Leaving her to wonder which one she was. Maybe she was both.
Dead bodies weren’t going to hide themselves, though, so out into the tundra she skied.
He looked at the puzzle in front of him and pondered
Maybe if he twisted his mind just so? No that didn’t work.
Maybe if he prodded the problem over there? Nope, that wasn’t the key
Maybe he should just leave everything alone, but then what would she say when she was ignored?
Putting my toes in the ocean with the wind in my hair and the heavy scent of salt in the air
And if not then a crystal clear lake with cabins and joy all around
Rural roads with mile upon mile of fresh blacktop and not a car in sight
A strong wind during twilight bringing the fresh smell of a coming storm
Dark night under the stars, friends to either side sharing stories and jokes
Icy cold in contrast to a bright sun reflecting off a virgin snowfall
Surreally painted skies at the beach, good tunes on the radio, watching the sun sink slowly off stage west
Everyone should occasionally go to their special place to recharge their soul in their own …
Vinyl jacket? Check.
Indigo blue Hawaiian shirt? You bet!
Nice pair of alligator slip-on loafers for the win.
Those corduroy bell bottoms would make it even nicer.
And the gold chains dangling added just the right amount of bling
Give me that fedora and the biggest feather you’ve got
Everything here might be old, but so am I so therefore it’s all…
Looking at the clock, he shuddered
All the time he thought he had had evaporated
That left him wondering if sleep would have to be optional
Even though deep down he knew that was so so so wrong
Beating a dead horse became his specialty.
Railing against the machine his mission in life.
All he lived for was to troll as many people as he could on Twitter.
So it was surprising when he found a woman who would put up with his shenanigans.
Her secret? She bought his mama’s house and locked him inside the basement.
Port slipped between his lips and played among his tastebuds
Out of a mere cask of oak and grapes came such complexity and contrast
Starboard tasted of sunkissed raspberries while the left side of his tongue sampled chocolate
Home might be where the love is, but for him, he wished to reside in this moment