Acceptor of failure, change and success. Lover of one woman and the future. A father of an intuitive young man. Writer, singer and I started a garden a month ago.
A New Adventure
May 4, 2010 at 8:32 PM I visited a carnival four months ago, alone. Had no reason to stop. I was in a car I didn't own. I presume I was just that bored. So I walked around for a while after purchasing a candy apple and some apple flavored drink. I played a few games, including the one where you shoot the clown in the mouth 'til the balloon pops. I won because my opponent was a child—he looked about 10. I gave him the prize, a small dragon stuffed animal. He smiled. I actually wanted it for myself. I would've given it to my son. (Later, I bought him a random gift.)
This fog is I know it's early So I apologize It's hard to hold back Eyes so pearly In the sunrise The dawn begins to crack
I only saw part of you You Only showed what you wanted to No matter what I did You kept the inner you hid Half naked I only saw half of you
The cries of a man are silent. I miss her like the quick blink of an eyelid The cries of a man are silent. Deleting her once twice, yes I tried it
Actually it feels more like a haunting than mere dreams. Signs that signify her odd presence. Numbers on clocks, addresses even on the sides of trucks.
Vast area, ventricles suffered hysteria, occupied by some, nothing scarier. but survived by one, 3rd try theory, yet the charm level is none.
The Picture That Spoke a Few Thousand Characters
Meaningless notifications from the Linkedin app led me to my girlfriends profile; A beautiful black woman. After 10 seconds of scrolling the news feed, then 20 seconds of adding random people with cool pics, and titles, I see her. I had never seen this picture, and I was filled with a weird anxious feeling. I get like this whenever she posts pictures on Social Media, which is rare. Her popping up on my feed, is like an Easter Egg in a Marvel movie, or actually seeing a unicorn walk down the street. Its always a rare sighting, and I'm always freaked out for some reason. I texted her to tell her how beautiful the picture was, and how I felt seeing it, and then some more compliments; that I hope she enjoyed as well. I closed the apps, and went back to listening to The Book of Five Rings by Miyamoto Musashi on YouTube.
The Lonely Wine Man
The Lonely Wine Man Every so often, he would stare at the three bottles of wine behind the red leather couch in his room. They were placed there out of the sun to keep them cool. He didn’t know much about storing wine, but this was his attempt at keeping them preserved. He peered over the couch to inspect them. Still there. Still wine. The first layer of dust had already begun to form around the necks and golden foil seals. He thought that gave it an aged vintage look. Also, it would show proof that they hadn’t been touched since they were placed there. If even one had been opened, that would prove him to be disloyal.