VivaNaranja!

As I was walking down Main Street, seeing your face in the distance, I remembered how good it felt to experience the inability to withhold my outer-expression of being enamored with you.

It’s not often that I raise my voice.

I’d rather not say,

Until I’ve created the perfect turn of a phrase.

But, today I shout.

Without.

sometimes she stops to wait

alone, not lost

comfortable in her company

turning to reach out for your care

knows what she’s doing

knows where she’s going

all the world around her

passing by

I thirst. (I know… unoriginal.)

Constantly hearing that I should follow my dreams and out of the same mouth the word “later” falls.

This is where I jump ship and voluntarily walk the plank.

We have become a global community of broken records, skipping in time, incessantly increasing our remarkable flaws. We continually repeat our worst disasters, our greatest calamities, our largest loss of lives. If we continue in our quest, these all-time greats will certainly be topped by yet another record-breaking event of our cause, by action or neglect.

Isn’t it time we, by our actions and omissions, put an end to this pursuit of greatness? What do you need? That with which you can live… thrive… celebrate… love. That’s all you need.

Interval. Interlude. Aside. (me.) Never again.

no is an unpleasant country

and april’s ne’er where i ’re

You are not my love.

My love is what I give to you.

It’s the will that seduces my effort and adorns my retrospective view.

I won’t look back and turn to salt. I’ll turn my head to see beauty in the myriad of my experience.

One step forward, and onward I go.