Door opens
Door shuts
Drop them keys
Drop that coat
Shoes get loose
Water gets hot
Bubbles start foaming
Now, it’s time to loosen up
To free the mind into intoxicating isolation
To be immersed and esape in a book full of fantasies
The loner from within you thrives in pure elation… so joyful
As if the moon was waiting for the sun to set
Or gold waiting to bust up out from the ground like bullets… fast and impactful
Or fog… so blurry… mysterious and haunting
This drug-like feeling: to escape the mind from reality
– the same old- same old
The daily routines that grow more and more stale… it turns green, just about to expire
Some things are just meant to conclude, rotting into its rightful place
You numb out all of your thoughts,
Diving into your happy delusions
Because at this point…
That’s all you have at this moment
At this time
In your life
Happy thoughts
Happy delusions
Blissful memories
Wondering what could’ve been,
And not what could be
Is it too late?
Cookies, Coffee & Poetry 