I'm starting to flail a bit,
I'm not certain what happened
or where I went off track.

But the devil and the deep blue sea are smacking up to me
lapping me in directionless float.

I need a life boat.

As Cattle.

The beauty that you posess;

it drives me.

Not as much through word,

but such as action.

Station

From across the lake i spy
the Basilica.

It’s towers show just enough reflection
To make me want for a tiny town of our own;
it's Duomo in the center, where all the town-folk gather.
Crops to be sown and nothing to falter with.

We'd run away to this, and let all that remains be.

Walk in the slowed chilled night
Through Christmas lights that
dance down trees
in waltz time.
Dripping it's product of melt
with
magnificence normally reserved for
stars and palpable change.

but. (I hope)

There's alway new possibility.
To not feel soo damn alone.

Be Near.

This action we take,
the importance of our reaction
and the avenues we take;

Up off Ontario.

When we drive,

well, when I drive

Kept for Myself.

My Father is my friend.
I'm glad for his existence,

Mum.

If it were able...

Opportune Opportunity

Four months later.

To you;

I'm not standing in the past

waving my feelings from side to side 

like flagging down a plane whilst

stranded for what feels like a lifetime.

On the island of scared.

I'm holding the present and future,

with it's golden strands keeping me warm,

as I gift the gift I'd love to give to you.

Perhaps I will, as soon as I see you again.

This is not about you.
nor anyone in particular.