A Sort of a High

The humming nearby, the grass will fly.

 

Inhale. Then ex.

 

With a sort of a high.

 

Alone for a sec in this eternity of nexts.

 

Anger subsides.

 

Memories, they last.

 

I needed one of these rides....out of here, away from there.

 

Eyes close- then open.

 

Me, is still near.

 

Hope is everywhere.