I no longer wish to find myself for I have realized there is nothing to find. All that there was, nothing remains of it today.

Along the way some I bartered, some they stole and some I threw away.

 I feel loss. And I have accepted sadness as the part of the new me.

But there is this looming void.

In this void, I want to create.

Create.

Me.

A better Me

Tired

My instrument lies quiet in the dark, dusty and forgotten

And I wonder if I should give it away to the kid that has music in his eyes

The blind reality wrestles with the hollow lies, love and hate salsa tonight in the spotlight

Mania and depression cultivated the fruit, anger and denial fed her the bitter sweet wine
On hope’s funeral, faith sings in a language no one understands

I feel like a forgotten book, marked up at a page

Waiting for myself to pick it up one more time and start reading again

They say that it’s getting late and that I should get going

But I just need my mind to fallow for a while

If and when I am back, I’ll ask for the time

And I’ll set my clock to your time.