desires unmet, stillborn dreams

blue tinged memories of 27 year hopes and wishes visions of union souls entertwined and understanding drunk on the possibilities intoxication, wandered, lost focus, lost track missed connections never met, never talked, never made dreams happen 30 year hunger 35 year worry 40 year exhaustion 45 year giving up untie me i wanted something, i …

Squint

Find myself gravitating to stasis. Baseline. Flatline. Same old. Same grind, same rut, same accidental friends. Like a gaggle of bar flies you see at the same dive every night. Talking about being and going and wanting and living, but never really doing it. Just surviving on the stories of strangers. Shit, maybe that’s just …