Just do it

Just Do It Already
this silly talk ....
Filled to the brim of nothing

You have the means for so much more
But deafened by your fear
Let me live though you,
tell me stories you've lived
Recommend the places you've
slept
Introduce me to sounds you've
discovered

But you need to do it for YOU

Its Dull Now

A window from the past,
crinkled like fine silk, wrapped and shoved to the side,
worn and dusted-faded
Just as this sepia memory brings to mind
Its...We are tattered,
ripped-a fleeting moment,
glimpsing back to a vivid life
Colors piercing, smells enticing

But its dull-

Crunched between time and innocents
But it is just a paper with us slapped on it
Its a Rough Draft...
That is destined to never be
Rewritten

FEAR

Ha, I laugh in your perceived notion

Your fear is the tangible

the manifestation of

monsters and myths ....

of ghosts and goblins..

but this fear is eternal

can never be witnessed

but always present

My fear eats me at night

always out of reach

My fear is distrusting and manipulative

This fear of mine is the concept of

me