Metanoia

A voiceless voice stuck worrying of what has yet to come

A repetant delusion afraid of what might become

I sleep alone

I awake

alone.

Hours and Exits Pass, I See Them In My Rearview

"Regular Unleaded"

                is all I can say when I make my way to you. 

Today Is Monday

and yesterday was last year. 

I know it has been a while, but I was steadfast on my journey.

I was asking for your love for so long, but now that you've finally given it to me I have become confused and disinterested.

My Complement, My Enemy, My Oppressor, My Love.

trust not in me

for now.

i must do some things that will not make me proud.

The Tunnel of Love is Under Repair

Roller Coasters make me sick, but sometimes you have to just have to ride them. So, begrudgingly hand in your ticket and take my advice. Enjoy the highs and don't overemphasize the lows. 

I'll get back to the bitterness and gloom. but right now its okay to be present and feel alright

every night i sleep. alone. naked. but alone. every morning I wake up late. alone. naked. and look in the mirror at myself. it's nothing visually exciting. behind me there is an empty room. a naked boy steals most of the view. this morning i awoke. alone. naked. happy. i looked in the mirror and said, david things are pretty ok.

Miles from Midnight

I'm counting the days but my nights have me numbered. I'll lose one more of whichever like every vacation or hotel stay even though the place I'm leaving is home. My car ride out is an opus of silent symphonies that scream for more lowered expectations as my route proves I've bitten off more than I can chew.

The Words Found Me

I get to work early today; I'm that much closer to death. I walk to the corner store and buy another last pack of Camels. I look up at the dusk retreating away and pray for the sunrise to make haste.