Fly With Me
We soar the skies,
Illuminating stars in our wake,
We’re ready to fly,
To break free for all’s sake.
When I was merely four years old, my parents had the nasty divorce. They screamed words of hurt, threw around threats and made phone calls to the police department from both sides. Being a young toddler, I absorbed everything I heard. I comprehended more than anyone would ever care to believe, but I hid that from the world in comprehension of the pain my parents were already facing. I had been told numerous times growing up that I had eyes like a hurting puppy. It appears that suppression doesn’t always do the trick.
Ever wondered how the rich not only get there-but stay there?
At one point in 2019 I began working as a personal assistant for a multi millionaire with a Ferrari and photos standing next to Donald Trump. I am not going to delve into the details with this one, but there is one important factor that you must know. He shopped at the 99 cent store. Yup, you heard that right.
“I’ll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take”. -Amber Run. The words were spoken in a melody of solitude, a song I have been dancing to on repeat long before I heard them play for the very first time. Meaningful words never lose their rhythm, and as I have been looping through my own memories vying for some sense of reason behind what happened all those years ago, I am coming to understand that my own anthem is created by how I choose to view my own past. Gene Watson ruined my comprehension of trust, but he could never touch the one thing unique to its owner.
The sun is gleaming on my nose as I stretch one eyelid open, then the next, releasing a big ole' yawn and stretching myself from head to tail. I roll over onto my back, paws in the air and I feel my mother's touch slip over my chest and down to my.... oh yeah... that's the belly spot.
"Fear played no part in the life of mine,
Acknowledging this stranger with the matches to my fire,
Knowing not the expectations I would find,