I Want to hold you and hear your heart.
I want to hear the whisper of your tender voice.
I want to see the magic of your heart.
I want you to walk beside me.
I want to see your eyes looking back into my soul.
I want the beauty that lies within you.
Who is it I want? I know. I see. I feel. But it will always be incomplete. I will never have the inspiration that I desire. I will forever be incomplete.
Peace Out: M 2015

In that space, that the only thing between you and a drink is God. Glad I can pause. That’s where he is it’s in that pause.
We all go there and reminisce. Romancing something that pretends it loves you, and then stabs you and watches you bleed out. Then you lie there in a pool of you own victimization, oozing out to the pulse of your heart beat, keeping rhythm to time tracking out the darkness of your mind. Lost in selfpity and fear, asking for the assistance of something you forgot was there until you were exposed to the failings of you own character. Peace Michael 2015