meeting with myself.

i toast to those who have more strength than i.
did i really admit that.
been lost and consumed with thoughts.
life is hectic.
unspoken words with hands that move off beat.
i hate it.
stop.
i'm ready to disappear.
where will the day lead.
shuffle my feet to beat on the city street.
in 1973.
how if he were a rich man.
chapped lips.
jones cream soda.
by the can.
vernors.
creatures.
three-thousand miles apart.
make this all make sense.
make me stand in astonishment once again.
my eyes are wandering.
my thoughts are broken pieces.
my heart is burning.
stuck.
with a broken body.
i feel nothing.
i feel every little ounce of the pull.
no i'm not contradicting myself.
only if you knew.
only if you understood what this all meant.
only if i knew what this all meant.