Welcome to My life in the shadows



THE POINTLESS PRESS 

My life came at random
and was pressed and patterned
within a certain narrowness
of mind and frame
that only a sturdy few
can wiggle through.
Days that came like rain,
like a never ending journey
of wet, and joy, and chattered sunshine
leaving incandescent trails
on the windshield
as I lay alone in the night
listening to the chatter
of the wiper blades sad journey,
back and forth, back and forth
soft and wet on glass.
These are the stories of a life
structured, not out of wants and needs, but
of softness, and frilly little loves missed.  
Pretty things
that I destroyed at random intervals,
but not out of desire, or faith,
but rather my misguided actions, actions
I have yet to fully understand,
actions that somehow amplified all the wet,
all the joy, and all the sunshine
that was mine in the living days.
These, my friends, are my implanted impressions
of a life gone by without notice,
sowed in days and times
when love was but a flower
wet in sunshine,
and sunshine, a story
that only shutterbugs and book worms
can fully understand.
 
uTAH jAY


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