Five more minutes

I don’t want to be pinched. I want five more minutes to live this dream. It’s real and it’s here and I am sitting with tears streaming down my cheeks staring at it. The only thing missing is my dad getting to make fun of me for it.

flying

skimming the tops of the clouds during early morning flight, naked and glittering with moisture, the occasional ray of light sending spots across vision it’s a dream, must be, the blanket is off, the fan is blowing, laying in superman flight and skating the tender blue above and fat gray promises of rain just below […]

another scar was formed

i was driving home just wiped out done pulled up to home and as i did one of those stupid love songs came on the one you tell yourself to delete but you can’t pull the trigger and with dread the shuffle goes and the first notes hit you like a hammer to the jaw […]