I want that easy, slow-dancing-in-the-kitchen kind of love—
something so free and so simply performed,
sunsets envy how naturally it settles in for the night.

I am better now.

One may argue
that this is simply code for “I am waiting for the next relapse”
but that isn’t true.

The future is right here
in my hands. The future is arriving,
and in this moment I have regained control of it,
and of the wonderful thing that is myself,
and my mind,
and my heart,
and my body.

And this, to me, means that there is hope,
and it exists,
and it is real,
and no matter how faintly—
*I can feel it.

Plug me in and light me  
stay for the night
It might be
fun.

Falling at Mach 5
you're dying
but more alive
than you've ever been.

Have you ever seen the
Sunrise over Alaska?

'Only the young die young'
words from a song that
has never been sung.

It worked,
clicked
copped off with
a chic,
seeing her again
on Saturday.

I
practice this look
it's one I read of
in a book by
Blyton, she was
right on the money by
all accounts,

I count the hours until Saturday
a hundred and twenty two plus
some minutes away,
time goes so slow when you just want to
know what it's all about.