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.