Heading towards willow creek-

Its like there was an angel on my right side

And a saint helping translate the meaning of forever and love and art.

Yet isn’t that what happens

When we are never satisfied-

The fantasy of something better. 

Like he ends up in your dreams-

In everyday routines in reflections and the bi-polar thoughts

That knew he was cooler when he was sober-

Why? It was like waking up

Remembering something that couldn’t taste sweeter

Just something your craving without being able to define the definition.

Published by Ms. Selective

Traveling Gypse with a Heartfelt Spirit.

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