Simple Enough

I was in the capital city of love.

I was told you don’t come to this city just to leave stronger, but to come to this city to find a home with every door welcoming you with the language we desire. Walking down a street or sitting on a bench while reading a book, you will realize and discover the most pointless chic a human can look at and that pointless nothing turns into a romance, talking to a stranger becomes a good friendship. Non bar and non beer just a simple coffee shop, a little city where you would hear a young man asks for nothing but a peaceful and elegant night. A city where shopping doesn’t cost much but still attention would be recognized, a dark morning would be lightened with beautiful smiles and a fresh baguette with orange juice for the ones who still sleep. Love is never to be searched it is to be found in the common but rare places. Eating healthy, dressing lovely, walking peacefully is a culture and not an option.

I was in the capital city of love.

Study the Wrong

I entered the room as if I was walking on fire with my bare feet and had no emotion on my face.
Every eye ball clicked towards me like some robot army.
All the men dressed like wealth and all the women spoke like queens.
Every step I took felt like a mile.
I knew who I was and I didn’t give a shit.
To my shirt through my mask I was the kid who fucked things up.
A table designed to serve drinks we call a bar I joined.
A Manhattan then to the next glass of joy.
A mile felt like a second of nothing.
A man so kind took control like a king to its town.
Who, where, I didn’t care.
The kid I knew wasn’t there.
The king took control and became a scary dream.
A wall of dark I was between the man I followed was there too.
I was stuck and I had no control of my own body.
My eyes closed shut and my power became visible.
A new world that kept turning became a world I didn’t want to join.
A bed I laid on. A bed I stood alone.
Nothing but a camera that left no evidence stood upon me.
A kid I didn’t know much of but knew so much.

Mind of Design

I was laying under the sun listening to the wind, joyful bells, and people’s voices with no words. I laid on top of my green towel with my eyes shut giving peace to the mind. The world was a thriller with so much action but my mind was a killed deer. I thought about so much but had no thought.

I hated when life brought one to a dead end but I haven’t answered a question when it comes to crossing the red line. Sweating for months and months of construction I finally have dug the whole under the dead end and scrambled to the other side just to find out I would be the lost puppy. When crossed I stood there on the other side by myself not knowing how to handle my surroundings. Crossing the dead end wasn’t a pass to success. Crossing the dead end turned into choices and challenges, happiness of my own or happiness of loved ones? Walking down a trail wasn’t just a walk it would have become a half an hour question fest. I had no answers and I had no smile to give but what I needed is to search for me and my smile. I can’t search in an area where it turns my mind into dust.

My eyes open and I see the orange sun dancing upon its children and I stayed laid down looking up while listening to voices but this time I could hear words. I stopped thinking even though it was only for that second, I know I can stop thinking.