this confession, long overdue, is not sordid and sad
in our confusion and grief one turns the ordinary into
dare i say fantastic? in time the mystery starts to
unravel, and it is seen that life is synonymous with
love, death, beauty, hatred, sex, hunger, greed, and
standing before everything the ever present IF or
GOD the entity that created and drives all living things
\a monarchy for people who fear themselves and the
horrid truth that goes with looking yourself in the eyes
crying when it is better to laugh and hanging on others
as if they are the only thing that can bring you to your
light (she sighed at this point in her drunken rambling
to point out that despite what she said when she was
fourteen, true love does exist, and a long island iced tea
was the only appropriate way to honor dead friends)
confession…i have seen the light and it isn’t far away
just give me your oceans and shores, your
mountains and your trees!!!!
i will bow down and rejoice at these things
my spirit is free even if my hands are bound
now i bid you a fine fare well and may your
journeys be as clusterfucked and chaotic
as mine
