i can’t wait to gravel my toes in another ground far from this one

to gaze up at a distant green palm and wish i were as tall as it

the clouds clear or rolling, sun bathing or storm swaying

picking tumble weed and odd flowers foreign to my eyes yet known in my heart

for the everlasting breathtaking torment they bring me

this cycle of life and death; beauty and wilting; the process of never knowing until it’s too late or sometimes never really knowing at all

sometimes just thinking we did and well that’s trying

that’s gleaming glowing blowing beaming

every way out of this town

i can’t wait

to be seen for what i am and not the perception of the storm but the branches that hold and the rebirth of a new petal after withering

after the dust rolled in and out and everyone grabs their boards again

to surf off into the obelis of what is life

ocean and confidence in the purity of the unknown but the longevity to keep it together. to keep it up right – swaying decaying calling their name and saying

i do care

i do love

sometimes on time and other times that’s just it; time doesn’t exist but i’ll see you again

i see you right now

in my dark-lid oblivion

🙂