my days are spent in bookstores
life is merely absorbsion .
I keep hoping to find more of myself
in these stories...portions
portraits of my many facades which torture.
I spent the better part of my youth
wrestling with concepts
more so I was afraid to realize them as others truths.
I used to be a muse
then I was missused
so I attempted to do the same...but now I understand these blues.
and kisses from you.
If I was to never win
then I wouldnt understand
how important it is to lose...a wild heart on the loose.