You know back when we enjoyed life, before Reality showed up to the party. Now it’s fighting monsters and dragons with a toothpick. Now it’s being thrown in the middle of the ocean with only the cushion from your airplane seat to survive. Now when you wake up expecting the sun to shine, it’s hiding behind that one dark cloud that has no desire to leave your presents. Now it’s seeing the light at the end of the tunnel only to realize that it’s a fast train heading your way. Now it’s trying to get the people that believe in you and understand you to be by your side. Shake your head slow because it’s a dream.
With the exception of your children, is there a love in your lifetime that will wait for you on the other side when you die? Is there a love that you will wait for when you’ve already passed over to the other side? Inquiring minds are waiting for the answer.
As the truth begins to blossom. It’s the reality that hurts the most. Hanging your head low out of shame only illuminates the spotlight. Slowly that monster is born and begins to grow rapidly. Frankenstein only needed a spark.
That road that becomes so familiar. The road that you can drive backwards without any mirrors or rear window. That road that you’ve explained to so many people about. Then the realization that it’s just you in the end…that you were the problem all along.