Once In a Lifetime
Once in a lifetime I do not essay happiness well, I never have. I always likened my life to brushing out your hair in the back of a convertible while it's going alone the length of a coast, about a hundred miles an hour. Combing out the knot and the tangles just to throw your hair in the wind for it to get all caught up again. I don't write happy well, I never have. The words that blot out of my pen often weave themselves into blankets and cloaks of melancholy of bottom of the pit hopelessness. All about love You know, when doubt poses danger when you pose danger. The kind of love that makes you feel like you're at the doorstep and you've been ringing the bell for far too long. Reaching out for a hand to take yours but it only ever results in a series of near misses of everything that could possibly be incomplete include you. Nothing as dramatic as waking up at five in the morning in a puddle of tears but you know the kind of hollowness you feel when you