rainbow life
do i know when i'm living it?
random mornings, random faces
their stories replacing my morning cup of coffee
black. bitter. yesterdays news.
knowledge lengthens like a piece of scotch tape
getting miscellaneous nothings stuck along the way
bring them along for the ride, they will change me
that early winters chill-does it piss me off?
does it elicit a smile, despite angry fingertips..numb nose?
i like to think these mornings are endless
and will carry me to tomorrow, whether i like it or not
i used to beg for evening
where black and blue erodes to stir shadows upon my wall
where expressions disburse to nothing
and disappointment graces my world, obliviously
no..
daylight is honest
truths are spoken and secrets revealed
i am naked and worn-but is that a bad thing?
in it i accept my fuck ups
even embrace more to come
some say shit happens
i falter
where yesterday left me sitting, waiting...
now i get up and brush the dirt off my jeans
worn converses
second hand sweater...
tell me who can blame a soul for kissing the sun?