Escape

i find refuge in my thoughts of things that may never be
strawberry swing like ecstasy is awaken in me
& from fantasy snaps me back to reality
& I now see this world with ever more magnifing clarity
It seems that I'm forced to accept things by the ways in which they were presented to me
Cause nothing ever comes to you exactly how you want it to be
& yet I guess that's the joy of being a clean slate, a blank page, and empty canvas untainted by anything
Left with nothing but endless possibilities of what could be.

For this month

ima post for this month cause i have yet 2 do so. writing comen along slowly do to lack of motivation. not feelin this summer vacation. ready 2 hit the road & c where life takes me but at the end of the day i wont allow this shit to make me nor break me. i speak indirectly of all thats been goin on i swear if i were a musician i could write about 10 songs.. but im more of a poet to those who knows it, i tell all stories well. & by the end of the month, all,once again will b swell. so until further notice the situation is dead, & anything pertaining 2 it will render an answer of "OH WELL"