Nov 2, 2014
I Lived In Bars
Well,
Here I am. Back to myself. Back to the noise of my head and restlessness of my heart.
I have given up my stool in a bar for something else.
That something else is still quite unknown to me. But I have stopped the elevator and now what?
Listen?
Listen to the to me I have spent years trying to erase.
That screaming child. I put her down and left her behind.
I have lived in bars and not my head.
Certainly not in my heart.