17. Lament Verse V Exerpt

I’ll write music with my pen as long as those silent grey features still remain suspended in space with glory hidden to even the most vigilant. It’s unexplainable. This kills me like how I once bled my teenage angst then donned a patchwork robe of denim and cordoroy experiences that stitch my love hurt breathing dying thinking that no one showed me the fine print or clause at the end of the contract when I signed on for this life. Now I know no one needed to. This life is beautiful.  Its filled with furry cats sun unknown stoops trees and window sills that borders family and caring. It is also filled with three headed beasts pain humility gutters and darkness. Now I see, or I see for now. What I see for now is clearer than prior. This is our only shot for this time. It doesn’t matter how you live as much as why you live. Once you really live you never die. You can cheat death as ends are beginnings. I tip my hat in deep regard of friendship beyond therapy. I stare at the sun with burnt eyes feel the lament and ritual of being.