"I've alway relied on the kindness of strangers."

These city streets aren't what I thought they would be. Nothing ever is really.

I'm wading ever closer to what I think I want, but who will look back at me when I arrive?

If I get there.

People don't think like me or I like them.

Nevertheless, I've never been privy to logic, that much is true.

I've been given a craving like no other I have ever seen.

Created by one I've never come close to meeting.

I'm starting to confuse visions of greatness with headaches.

I'm left starving and unaware.

My actions have bewildered me and I'm left naked in a powdered forest, yet the breeze still hits me as refreshing and the trees still astoundingly tall.

I'm turning into something that my blood rejects.

I'm here and there on two different plains and I wake up abandoned...forgotten.

I find comfort in small things, but I cower from what I've always known.

A beautiful inception.

I'm drowning, but I know how to swim.

Find solace in poetry when you have nothing left.

What's left?

Raise from the ashes with that achilles heel.

We know what is right. We constant what is wrong.

I will not fade or fall. I will either succeed or fail.

Black or white, I've always been partial to gray.

I'll find myself somewhere along that dunned path of forever, and hopefully when the water meets my feet I'll still see my reflection.

© m.f. /Roxywaters  Feb. 2011