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
Until you felt the crack burning like lava within your vines along the half of your own soul.
That was different. The way it felt like
A reflection of my other half- a twin flame.