Hanging in there.......................

The feeling of just hanging in there, is familiar. It comes back, over and over again.
Doesn’t it have places to go, others to see.
Feels like I’m fighting for what’s seems basic for others.
I’ll never give up. Never surrender. I’ll hang on, fighting forever and ever until the end of time.

So just get used to it, I’m here to stay………

Black and white

The probability that life is all black and white is next to nothing.
Still, it feels that way sometimes. The loss of a loved one. The longed freedom.
Is there really a choice to choose from this, or is life playing a trick on me.
Astounded by the way I feel, I might look back with tears in my eyes.

Hold my hand...

I am stretching. The sky is my limit.
I want passion. Passion from me. Passion for me. I want it all in my life.
It’s all over. Wondering. Wanting. Holding back.
Here I am as good as ill ever be. Hold my hand.

Dansing with Diaz

There are rare occasions in my life where I can feel the blood genuinely rushing through my vain.
I am strong and untouchable. High on life. Displacing what is prohibitively and unbearable.
When I leave this state, I more clearly identify my reality.

Life is fragile, and so am I.