In replay...

A Story by joe

This is one of those sunny afternoon’s where I can bask in the refinement of my lamenting. Enjoying the work less people such as myself in this vibrating environment all around. Secluded yet surrounded. Enlightened with an unknown reason of enticement. Feelings I would never know again, even with my charm I can’t bring back those moments. It’s quite possible that I’m moving along with my own. Ain’t nothing to heavy to carry to where I’m going; a few steps from your door steps. I’ll come for the rest when I find me a time to go out. Just too busy. Don’t go pout about it because I’ve already shouted what’s truth. No inner lining or relative notion of what could be seen as a misunderstanding. Going to have a ball and take my sweet time going about it. With one or two things to say. Really I’ve got nothing, I guess I’ll just keep enjoying the amusement of my own company.

Forget us darling this can’t even be assured to have a moving plot it’s already the anticlimax at it’s lowest. It’s very possible that this is destined failure but right now I can care less about if things work out. In groove with my own understanding of myself and in tune with the vibes of the people and buzzing city. Too much energy, I’ve realized with age this optimistic outlook didn’t only come with verve. Always moving and never steady I guess that’s why my intentions are always so misleading. Never running out of things to do only times to call it quits and start anew.

In need of saving, don’t know if confused or lost. I’m feeling like the fallen apple from the tree of Eden. Haven’t found where to begin. Can’t even accomplish the simple things, always forgetting the important people when needed. I’m getting old and all I need is someone to hold me in the crisis of this current tide. With these changing times and odd faces I can’t help but get uncomfortable. My heart gets bigger but my mind finds reasons to get narrow trying to adjust.

Here I wonder with life in motion never relieved but content when zig-zagging, too unsteady, too happy to lay down and catch my breath. I’ve got to slow my pace it feels like I need a surge protector just not to burn out the people around. Don’t worry about insignificant things honey I’ll come around and pick-up the remaining of what existed ages ago. Already passing memories that haunted once before now staring at what comes to exist as a new story. Never asking for anyone to stay. No body is a cage that keeps my legs shaking, folding, begging, and crawling. My body is a tortured soul that’s been around too long. Tired of dancing in flames. A passing day in the crowd of my summer sublime writing just to be relieving, everything feels a shore almost there but never arriving. Living in an age where I can look so far as to be lost in translation, shivers fading.

I already know it's too predictable I'm getting old. She walked by nonchalant caught with too little words to carry the weight of her presence. Eloquent and in charge, master of her divine being aware of her paralyzing beauty. Passes by like a southern comfort wind. A distant feeling in her eye’s almost cold as if teasing. And here it comes again like my life in replay. A story I can read before it even starts and ending before even approached.