blackout

I want to face all the challenges of life, without fear. And my head feels like blowing up and my sight gets blurry at times, and reminds me how fragile we are. Reminds me everything will come to an end one way or another. But the day I worry about it, it's gone.

I listened to the voice from the other side and decided not to grieve anymore. Because I have no time for this, even when I have all the time to waste my time. And I didn't see her eyes, and I didn't hear her voice.

Always struggled to open up, and today I struggle to feel. And what would make me smile, just keeps me wondering while I stare at the photographs. Up until I stare at that little chubby face again and that smile finally gets me.

Then I feel how my nose gets colder and got back to the chill of last night when I saw her eyes again. When I fell for a dream again. But the night is still young and there's no need to rush.

And it's always good to get out from time to time and spend in different ways and not just pay bills. The balls roll, the guitars play and the tires squeal, setting up for a new day under the sun, under the stars above, up there in the sky.

I keep going until my body begs for some rest; eyes begging for a needed blackout. I'll give them what they need.