I do weird things, I cope in weird ways and thankfully I’ve never been one of those people who need to be accepted or felt the need to follow the crowd. I like what I like and I do what makes me happy.
I do however, live in my head a lot. Which could be a positive or negative thing. Once upon a time, I use to write a lot. I do mean a lot to empty my thoughts. Poetry was my escape. My journals were full of poems. Some happy and cheerful. Most sad, dark and dreary. I don’t think I have an end of the spectrum that I stick to.
Tonight I couldn’t sleep. And tonight all I could hear is my Baby Love’s voice saying I just want to know what’s in that head of yours. Nobody really wants to know what is inside of this dome! It’s truly a bunch of bullshit scrolling across a marquee most of the time, a few “F” bombs and then that color block screen that use to be on the televisions back in the day at night when programming was done for the night. (These are all filters) The real shit is buried in the corners and it’s scary, dark and just damn right depressing. I don’t want to share that with anyone. Energy draining much?
Well tonight I wrote…surprised, I lifted the lid to this Macbook because I’m feeling really carpal tunnelish. I began doodling earlier during a meeting and decided to use that paper to write on…and when I start doodling, it is sort of hard to stop. It’s quite therapeutic for me. The poetry bug hit me. And since I rarely share any of it, tonight I’m being daring.
"Special Place" There's this thing I do When I think of you It's a game I play Where I sit and close my eyes while reality fades away I visit this "special place" Far beyond the stars and space I go to this place you see Because no one exists there besides you and me And in this "special place" everything is perfectly alright Nothing but our love exists and we never seem to leave each other's sight In this "special place" there is no sadness No grief, no frustrations or irritations, no judges, none of that madness There's no rules to follow and no laws to break No people, bars or walls to hold us back or keep us separate No time to wait until we can kiss or touch And no more of just saying you "I love you" - instead we show how much A ping, ding or call signifies that my game must end I have to open my eyes and allow reality to set in But one day soon - and we both know when I won't have to close my eyes and play the game ever again -RDW