you know its real when you see them flutterbies in the wind.
dont forget them "helicopters", works out in ways (in a state of freedom) we cant even decipher.
and they get to where they must be.

been busy
been an asshole
been thinking like my world depended on a despondent being
been destructive
looked forward to nothingness,
and all that it has got to offer
looked back at what could have been,
and so happy that it wasnt
looked away from the flash that nearly blinded
and thats when i caught a glimpse
looked at my hands and then my reflection
and i couldnt help but smile

if this is what there is, heck, i know where i wanna head even if i dont kno where im goin. perhaps the recent incident  provided for a change i didnt want but so desperately needed. puttin things into the proverbial perspective. the soul search ride into the cemetery garden and the near breakdown in the middle of nowhere. funny. hey girl u got an answer. did i ever mention that when i started thinking, noises surrounded me, the car horn sounded even better? there are no feelings but a rather matter-of-fact"ual" resonance.

"we dont do that here"
"U dont do that"
and so blah-di-blah-blah-bllllllaaaaaaahhhhh