For a friend...
Never do you know until you know.
You lose it and find it again.
You lose it again and it is gone forever.
How many have walked this path of uncertainty?
How many have walked in the bliss that you have missed for decades?
Leave and let live.
Live and let leave.
So many twists and turns to your heart and soul.
So many twists and turns to your mind and body.
So many twists and turns down the halls, out the doors, down the roads across those bridges.
Into the arms and the heart of the one that you love that loves you back.
Passion filled exercises that work up your cravings.
Soul food that fills your half empty cup and overflows your plate.
Confussion swarms around you like a bad hangover on a hot day with out water in a dry dessert with the sun beating down on your burnt skin.
She cries, they cry, you cry.
Cry a river of alcohol induced states.
So that you don't have to feel it smashing you down and down and down again.
Lost love and found love and love in a box of stiky stinky emotions that will fade or flourish or die and drop out of the bliss that they seek to find in a moment of this very little lovealbe life.

art by Steve Danzig
I'm feeling sorrow for you now.
I hope you go. I hope you stay. I hope you know.....
You are living a dream that stories are made of.
Never do you know until you know.
You lose it and find it again.
You lose it again and it is gone forever.
How many have walked this path of uncertainty?
How many have walked in the bliss that you have missed for decades?
Leave and let live.
Live and let leave.
So many twists and turns to your heart and soul.
So many twists and turns to your mind and body.
So many twists and turns down the halls, out the doors, down the roads across those bridges.
Into the arms and the heart of the one that you love that loves you back.
Passion filled exercises that work up your cravings.
Soul food that fills your half empty cup and overflows your plate.
Confussion swarms around you like a bad hangover on a hot day with out water in a dry dessert with the sun beating down on your burnt skin.
She cries, they cry, you cry.
Cry a river of alcohol induced states.
So that you don't have to feel it smashing you down and down and down again.
Lost love and found love and love in a box of stiky stinky emotions that will fade or flourish or die and drop out of the bliss that they seek to find in a moment of this very little lovealbe life.

art by Steve Danzig
I'm feeling sorrow for you now.
I hope you go. I hope you stay. I hope you know.....
You are living a dream that stories are made of.
xoxo
<3 K