adventure.

today i woke up from a sleep i haven't felt since a few days ago.
and before that.
i dreamt to create.

my lack of adventure.
lack of activity.
has gotten me into some deep trouble
with my inner five year old,
toy story loving,
makeshift perspective,
and the spirit of adventure.
i hope i never got to dream like this again.
i hope to never have to dream like this again.
the time gone by
seems
so.
fair.

change.

i'll test my timing,
and get up when my heart feels bold in this one.

okay.

my ass out of bed.
my head in the closet.
my legs through these dust bitten jeans.
i felt more better days.

is it a good day?

yes.

..fuck.

the days that i turn into bad remain good to the, well just feel the weather for god sake.

blessed fruit.
shit's got me a cloud over my tree.

i'm unlucky i'm so god damn unlucky.
i can't fight the fate.
butt i turn out to create my reality.
the dream i wanted.
spirit of adventure.

i never knew why i gave up.

searching for correct turns through and through shadows of dim lit bridges or narrow one-way allyways.

you get lost.

just lost. to simple to become complicated.

but today.
i
felt
like i know. that i could.
i will reliquish my trashy soul.

the karma of fate has stories in her self.

and i believe in its uniqueness and fit.

i appreciate the smiles.
the patience.
the perfect placement.

so i took the wrong turn down ingleside

walked as far as i thought my music would find.

broke my right earpiece. now i listen to the smell of this new air.

sounds like

shortcuts and a long walk.

my motion picture played through each tape like it was never seen before.

but it flowed like it fought for a nomination.

i forgot where i stood before.
outside where i belong.