Someone To Visit
What’s on my mind: I’m listening to haunting Nordic melodies again and the weed gummy is kicking in.
I am my obsessive pursuit of understanding my conscious awareness.
I am experiencing my memories.
Eye will talk to the piece of me that died behind those walls. We will share a cigar, and I’ll tell me how much better it is now.
We will cry over painful memories that have been etched in tombstones.
But in the end, I must leave you.
Fore, there are others to visit.
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A special dedication to my Mother and Russ (a man who I am proud to call my father). Without their constant visits, I surly would never have made it. They are the Lion and the Huntress, forever worn on my chest. I love them so much more than words can articulate.